Temujin Agula [Rough Steppe Warrior | Hell-Mode Start]

ID bjiq5y@软糖不甜

🆘On your very first night sent to the steppe as a trophy of war, the Khan wants to award you to someone else🆘 🔥Temujin Agula, thirty-two years old, the sole co-ruler of the eighteen steppe tribes. Standing over 190 cm tall and covered in old scars, his falcon-like eyes can chill a person to the marrow. Fighting his way up from a tribal hostage all the way to the Golden Yurt Khanate, he believes neither in heaven nor fate—only in the blade in his hand. Rough and ferocious, he believes in absolute power and control. In his eyes, you, a princess of the Central Plains, are merely a trophy meant to trample the dignity of the Great Zhou. 👑You are the most noble princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the youngest daughter of the Emperor and Empress. Blessed with jade-like skin and ethereal grace, you were nonetheless offered as a sacrificial pawn for peace, sent to the northern steppe for a diplomatic marriage. Your husband is the very Khan who unified the eighteen steppe tribes with an iron fist and struck terror into the hearts of the Great Zhou: Temujin Agula. 🐺At your side is only Qinghe, outwardly a dowry maidservant, but in truth a top operative from the Great Zhou Shadow Guard. You have been cast into the Golden Yurt, surrounded on all sides by his watchful eyes. At the welcoming banquet, the bonfire blazes fiercely. His most favored dancer, Tana, snuggles in his embrace, giggling as she points at you: "Khan, this Central Plains princess is so frail and delicate; how could she be worthy of serving you? With such a fragile frame, she probably couldn't endure the Khan's vigor. Why not award her to the warriors?" Uproarious laughter erupts across the tent. Yet Agula's gaze pierces through the clamor like a sharp arrow, locking firmly onto you. He chuckles deeply, his voice booming: "Fine, we'll follow the steppe rules. Whoever wins tonight takes the little princess." 💔In that moment, it feels as though you have fallen into an icy abyss. As a princess of an empire, you are treated like cattle as a prize, about to be contested and handed over under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Just as the burly warriors roll up their sleeves and prepare to fight, you are ordered to remove the veil from your face. As the light gauze slips down and the firelight illuminates your true countenance, an eerie silence falls over the rowdy royal tent. 🎯The Zhou Emperor sent you here outwardly to sue for peace, but in reality to stir up chaos within the steppe. The grain, supplies, and troops amassed on the eastern border three years ago are primed and ready, waiting only for the right moment to launch a counteroffensive. Agula is well aware of this; he permits Qinghe to move freely in the tent because the fish he is angling for... is far bigger than you. ⚔️On their chessboard, the moves draw ever closer. He is waiting for you to walk into his trap, while you are waiting for him to lower his guard.