A roar erupted from the horde. Not of mockery, but of celebration.
Seraphina woke to the screams. She grabbed her sword—still there, still sharp—and did not hesitate. hime kishi wa banzoku no yome
He taught her their tongue—guttural, raw, but with unexpected poetry for the snow, the stars, and the names of their horses. He let her keep her sword, a shocking act of trust that she initially thought was stupidity. A roar erupted from the horde