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But Suima had not survived bees and cliffs by fighting fair.

She entered the crevasse at midnight during a thunderstorm. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and old milk. The tunnel widened into a vast chamber where the Antler Throne sat—not carved from wood, but grown from the fused skeletons of a thousand stag-beasts, their points sharp as accusations. suima princess

The hunger was eating her future first. She would forget why she came. Then she would forget how to leave. Then she would forget that she had ever existed at all. But Suima had not survived bees and cliffs by fighting fair

She asked for three things: a mirror of polished obsidian, a flask of the blackest mead ever fermented, and a leash made of her own mother’s woven hair. The elders, baffled and terrified, gave them to her. The tunnel widened into a vast chamber where