Lion Head Mesa got a man, don't need him

there was a dark man who had come like a warhorse. if he ever crossed her path, she did not hide her gaze from him. large and muscular. scarred.

she sat in her throne room and thought on this face.

as if she might materialize the man before her. there was an easier way to bring him to her, this she knew. her shoulders rolled back as her spine hardened some. eyes upon a fellahin.

go. bring the man of shadows and seastones to me. she would wait to see the face of @Ingram in her throne room.