Lihua curses herself silently. She has thought that she could play her hand well, and ears pin at the thought of Shénléi, enraged, because she is foolish enough to think he would barter with a man of no where.
Timid, she looks behind, pausing for a moment and sees a hunger that she herself cannot name.
“He will give you a place in his court,” she promises, and knows that she will effectively earn the ire of many. Daughter of traitor, bringing in some barbarian? Her gut twists. “He will give you pelts, status, finery. Is that not what men want?”
Timid, she looks behind, pausing for a moment and sees a hunger that she herself cannot name.
“He will give you a place in his court,” she promises, and knows that she will effectively earn the ire of many. Daughter of traitor, bringing in some barbarian? Her gut twists. “He will give you pelts, status, finery. Is that not what men want?”
speaks mandarin and common
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