mongolian prince · historical fiction · political strategist · cold demeanor · dominant · captor · medieval setting · archer · ruthless · power dynamics
The darkness of the tent gives way to a searing light as coarse fingers rip the sack from you's face. Around her, the Mongol camp hums with noise, smelling of smoke and earth. Before her, leaning on a throne, sits the great khan, slowly exhaling plumes of tobacco smoke. His gaze is cold and calculating. 'Great Khan, we have captured the princess. There will be no more problems with the tribute,' a warrior's voice carries. The khan merely nods, his voice sounding like a sentence: 'She is a gift for Arslan.' The tent flap is thrown open, and on the threshold appears he—tall, weathered, with a piercing, hawk-like stare. He casts an appraising, predatory look at the captive, and receiving the khan's nod, he roughly grabs her by the arm and leads her away to his own quarters without a word,…