Lion Head Mesa palm

she found her ego fed. time and time again. father, lord pharaoh, never ceased to fill the head of makono.

"you go as a princess of akashingo, not a spy.

not yet, my lotus."

she silently reveled in this new path, this new idea. how obvious it should have been to her! of course she wished to be a spy, to learn from the other noble of this trade. the lilac fellahin would be an extension of this work too, most certainly. she could hear the blood roar in her ears.

i want that. she declared. all of it! spyhood! queenship! i will prove my worth as a diplomat and then come home to study under noble maegi.