5/9/2026, 7:57 PM
“I’ve told you, haven’t I?” Facing again, Batu smirks fiendishly, making reply because his empress expects one and not for any other reason. Ironic that heaven’s mercy seeks the thoughts of a bastard. And if she knew?
“I’ve been a chit of no expectation. I imagine being— something.” Something, to someone, stood on land where no one had to search the horizon for signs of their enemy.
“So, I work to be it, your highness.” His eyes meet her own, keen and fierce in lavender.
“I’ve been a chit of no expectation. I imagine being— something.” Something, to someone, stood on land where no one had to search the horizon for signs of their enemy.
“So, I work to be it, your highness.” His eyes meet her own, keen and fierce in lavender.
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