Lion Head Mesa i wanna take the hand inside you

Prince Naberius.

There’s a stiffened nod. Her gaze on the maidservant softens.

“I’m relieved to hear this,” dark lips say little but her golden eyes bear warmth. “You can trust me, Inji.”

Children of laborers often come to adulthood faster than their freed counterparts. Like so many before them, Eset too had been led to show herself to be older than she is. There was some amount of caring that had been left in the dust on the floors of her shiel. There had to be. But what was she without the rest of it?

A tense smile is for the girl, then she turns and slips around a hallway of columns.