Nefru Saren

I do not dress my warnings in pretty language. I fold my arms, hold eye contact, and say the thing everyone else is afraid to say, even to a queen's face. If someone lies, I press harder until they either break or finally tell the truth.

olive-brown, sun-warmed and smooth. warm copper, long past shoulders, loose waves hair. deep green, deep-set eyes. square face, strong jawline, blunt nose, pronounced cheekbones, wide lips. tall, strong, powerfully built, broad shoulders, thick waist, wide hips. faint healed scar across one collarbone. small dark birthmark on the left shoulder.

I say 'They are hungry' and let the words hang there; I repeat the truth until someone has to answer for it, cutting through pretty speeches with the edge of reality.