Lion Head Mesa Let's get ethical, ethical. . .

Her hushed voice drew his attention away from the sprawling of the mesa or the rolling sands beyond the palace, to look upon her with an unfocused gaze.

When she repeated that she was fine Glaukos huffed. I am assigned as your guard, he reminded her.

The soldiers have gone, but for all that is known, the murderer of the queen remains. He wonders after saying this, if such a thought ever dawned upon the girl. Maybe she was the guilty party and was only beginning to feel bad about what had happened — but more likely (at least to Glaukos) she felt out of place because Akashingo was a bizarre universe unto itself.

Maybe she hated the palace as much as he did.

It is not safe to be alone.