Golden Glade kinpaku

much as she wished to loath the man, his laughter strummed a deep chord inside of her. something that had been lacking since her arrival to this land. something satsu, forcibly if required, would never admit to.
he did not speak of this empress as a boy might his first lay; rather, there was a dismissive air about pharaoh which was curious. to put aside a crown — what a luxury, satsu thought.
though she had never been destined for any great purpose, as a daughter rather than a son, and as a middle child rather than the first-born who was of utmost value, she would have never cast aside such responsibility.

but that was not the point.
pharaoh looked to her intently and the next words he uttered were crafty little things, introducing a treasonous idea.
serve you? there was the crease upon her forehead again.
he could not mean as daimyo; the very thought of opposing the tiger lord drove the mirth from satsu's every inch.
best that daimyo not hear you speak of such things.
but the seed had been planted — and for now, heavily resisted.