1/13/2026, 2:28 AM
Batu turns his head, the faint lines along his eyes deepening over the small companionship of a woman. His teeth gleam white against the bladder’s flesh, mouth pulling into something of a squinted welcome.
Loyalty at court is as fluid as ink in water. A bow given at dawn might be withdrawn by dusk. From afar, he has spent time observing those close to the royal family. He has watched this woman before.
“I see you with the son of heaven,” the nomad notes her angular face, her vibrant eyes. “You are his seedwoman? A shaman?”
Loyalty at court is as fluid as ink in water. A bow given at dawn might be withdrawn by dusk. From afar, he has spent time observing those close to the royal family. He has watched this woman before.
“I see you with the son of heaven,” the nomad notes her angular face, her vibrant eyes. “You are his seedwoman? A shaman?”
mongolian | mandarin