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Her name was Princess Suima, though she had not been born to silk or palace guards. She earned the title the way rivers earn canyons—through sheer, relentless force.

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

Suima uncorked the black mead and poured it over the throne. The liquid did not splash. It rose , coiling into threads of shadow and gold, and she began to weave. Her mother’s hair leash became the warp. The mead-threads became the weft. And she wove a story. Her name was Princess Suima, though she had