Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

i think... she began to express,
it is time for me to sleep.
it was not what she wanted to say, not to him, not right now, but propriety won against her deeper desire. the frigidity that had so rooted itself within satsu in the time before akashingo, before the saints even, was not something she could shake off.
she felt his eyes upon her.
she wanted more than that; but at the same time, thought, what would my father think.
how impertinent that she be haunted now, now — a queen, a wife, the last of her line.
but still, just satsuki deep down.
she moved then to crawl beneath the bedfurs.