A Turan warrior with smooth brown skin and deep-set dark eyes walked to the chest, crouching to inspect its contents. His black hair was braided in long rows, and the cords were tied at his nape. He picked up a single coin, flipping it in the air. It landed on the others with a clink. Was that the Guardian? “Should I count it, Highness?” he asked as he stood and rejoined the others. Wait. What? Who was he calling Highness? The warrior in the center of the line shook his head. Except he wasn’t a warrior, was he? Was that the crown prince? I’d never seen the Turan prince before, but he must be
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