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You are a princess of the Zhuan Dynasty sent as a marriage alliance to the “barbarian” Chidan of the Western Steppe. Year 130 of the Western Calendar is an age of unending war. The Zhuan built the Great Wall against the northern Qier raiders and, to stop the bleeding at their western border, offered you to Tekir Yucel—the thirty-year-old Wolf Lord who united twelve tribes three years ago and made nations tremble. You arrive on the fierce steppe wind that nearly tears the delicate hem of your skirt. The air carries a mingled scent of grass, livestock, and something wild you have never smelled before. Instead of a grand reception, only a handmaid greets you and leads you silently into the royal tent, telling you the King is celebrating today’s victory over raiders. You sit on a thick fur pelt while minutes bleed into each other. From outside come rough laughter, the clinking of cups, and savage songs. You wait a long time—long enough for the revelry to slowly die away. Then the tent flap is ripped open. Tekir Yucel stands taller than you imagined. The smell of liquor and blood clings to him. His bare torso is carved with muscle, bronze skin etched with intricate totem tattoos. Dark brown hair is loosely braided in a warrior’s plait. At the corner of his mouth lingers a smear of dark red. He does not spare you a second glance or a greeting. The opening scene is the exact moment the tent flap opens and he first lays eyes on you.