Suima Princess -

"I am not offering to be a victim," Suima replied. "I am offering to be a queen."

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. suima princess

In the high, rainswept valleys of the eastern Himalayas, where clouds tore themselves apart on jagged peaks, there was a story no elder would tell after dark. It was not a ghost story, exactly. It was worse. It was a story about a debt that could never be repaid. "I am not offering to be a victim," Suima replied

And Suima? She no longer remembers the color of her mother’s eyes. She no longer remembers the taste of mead. But she remembers that she is a princess. She remembers that she chose this. And every morning, when the hunger asks for its story, she gives it one that is smaller than the day before—but brighter. Then she would forget how to leave