The sharp face is studied from its offered slant; her reaction, with its implicit admission.

It is selfish then that unspoken satisfaction is taken in knowing an effete Emperor had not come to sire a litter on heaven’s mercy. That an embittered heart is less solicitous than a nomad’s wanton eye as it pestles heavily one slim shoulder. And for a betraying flare that broad, masculine pleasure is seen in a blink’s rapid span.

Favor has hedged him thus far, but Batu would accumulate enough enemies without the orchid’s offense. If he spoke bold truths he would anticipate bold beatings from those who would not tolerate them from ignoble lips. Useless then he would be.

“Forgive this ignorance, Empress Yué. I learned manners on the warfield. These are not subjects for an imperial guard to speak on. I am your's to command.”

He waits for an arising order, anticipating dismissal, perhaps sent for more apt company.