Chapter 11

Porcelain

My eyes fluttered open, scratchy from a night spent connected to Meng as I tried to make sure she wouldn’t die at the hands of bloodthirsty, horny warriors. Events like last night’s orgy-feast at Svarog Fortress made me question whether our people were, in fact, barbarians. Or perhaps just males were. I groaned with annoyance at the rising sun, honeyed dawn dripping through the windowed wall of my chambers.

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