The chief scowled. "You are a woman. A honey hunter. Not a princess."
She sang of a princess who had no army but her scars. She sang of a hunger that was not evil, only broken—a god that had been born wrong, with a mouth but no mother, a throne but no kinship. And then she made the hunger an offer it could not refuse. suima princess
They call her Suima Princess —the one who taught hunger how to listen. The chief scowled