Tasmina
Breakfast was a quiet affair. The two princesses, Diha and Shio, quite enjoyed the set mealtimes. I could relate – I had enjoyed the routine Mama had set for us as children. In a world of uncertainties, sometimes it was a comfort to just know when you would eat and to know that your family would be there to do it with you.
Young Diha had warmed to be, despite her mother’s best efforts. Shio, on the other hand, was slightly older at ten years old, and far more suspicious. Although I had seen her sidelong glances when Diha played with my hair and asked me question after question about Daro. She also asked me many questions about where my Mama was. At first, it stung. But the more she asked, the more I told her about Mama and her small habits, and I found it cathartic to remember h
