They had come to an understanding, she and Chaghan. They were no longer opposed, vying for Altan’s favor. They were allies, now, bound by the mutual atrocities they had committed. They had a god to kill. A world to reshape. An Empress to overthrow. They were bound by the blood they had spilled. They were bound by their suffering. They were bound by what had happened to them. No. This had not happened to her.
