Beyza had once had ambitions, but they were greater than ruling - greater than life itself. They would have consumed her if she had let them. And then she had stepped away, cut out that festering part of her heart. Without it, she would have been content to spend the rest of her days in peace. Letting someone else deal with politics and whatever else came along with the territory.

It was so far out of her mind she wasn’t even sure what it involved... if anything at all.

But she had not seen any others for a while and if nothing else - she was sure she could help keep this place as peaceful as it had been for her and her daughters.

She wanders slowly across the islands today, tracing the now-familiar pathways and beaches. There is pressure in the world of Beqanna, the constant push and pull of ambitious minds. Beyza knows she may not be able to avoid it forever, but at least she can have this place. She can keep it safe until someone else more ambitious comes along. At least, depending on what those ambitious might be.