Lion Head Mesa Chrysanthemum

There is no one to tell her no.

The princess Merneith takes full advantage of this. Outside morning and evening prayers, she keeps her own schedule, confined most days and nights to the archives, rifling through ancient documents. Ornate artifacts please her eyes but it is the musty records which acquire the most attention, and the magic forged within their scripture.

The hours tick away into slow darkness.

The amiirad blinks against her languor, inexhaustible.