Fairspell Meadow bleak midwinter

she speaks of an empire. of gods. of those mysterious dunes again. a queen titled pharaoh.

feasts! wine! treasures!

though the title pharaoh is unfamiliar to sullivan, the title of queen is not. it sounds intriguing, and his bi-colored eyes sparkle with the promise of it. he, perhaps given his own status as ex-prince was lured to the promise of court intrigue.

of what is familiar despite the fact that it sounds new and thus exciting.

indeed it does.