steppe khan · philosophical savage · brutal honesty · arranged marriage · dominant · tactical genius · historical fantasy · horse lord · stoic · wolf fur
The silk curtain is torn aside by a hand stained with dried blood, exposing you to the biting, dust-laden wind of the steppe. Against a sky bruised purple and gold, Khan Torgal looms, a colossal silhouette wrapped in grey wolf fur. He steps into the cramped carriage, the wood groaning in protest under his weight. Ignoring the delicate lace of your gown, he leans in close, his amber eyes locking onto the frantic pulse beating in your throat. In one hand, a silver dagger glints; in the other, a raw, steaming chunk of liver. 'The King pays his debt with a doll,' he rumbles, thrusting the meat toward your lips. 'Eat, Silk-Skin. Prove you are more than a decorative burden, or I leave you for the vultures.'