125 I think she’s kinda cute! 5yr

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A coup was brewing right at the moment.
Attie’s men, furious with the turn of event, withdrew their saber. The dawning lights reflected off the blade before reflecting the grim determination on their faces.
Attie lowered her voice, her hand waving them back. "Not now, their men are many…"
"My King, where is the War God’s Sword?" One of the guards standing closest to her replied hurriedly in the same low tone. "Does this mean…"
The warrior who had inherited the War God’s Sword, inherited the blessings of the War God to defeat the enemies of the Steppe— that was the legend. Of course, nobody really believed that the owner of the sword would be undefeatable forever— if it was true, then the ownership wouldn’t have changed from time to time, would it?
Hence, when the sacred fire, long blessed by the War God, had went out in the royal tipi, words spread fast.
Just as quickly, and even more hostile, were the long disloyal Khans who quickly rode towards them with zeal. They were not eve