>>5778230>>5778250>>5778433>>5778441>>5779476>>5779750>>5780536In the midst of political and tribal affairs, you decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings offer a diverse tapestry of skills and ambitions. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother, establishing healthy, constructive relations with your family might be a priority right now. It would decrease the chances of another betrayal by a family member in the future, and perhaps ameliorate problems with inheritance and distribution of power that come with nobility going forward. "A house divided cannot stand," You have to consolidate the family behind your father so that when you start annexing smaller tribes, you have a unified house. Circling the yurts, your memories surface, ones where your mother, Gura, consistently reminded you of your elite status — the Khan's heir, born to the primary wife. "Never forget, you're the true heir, not just another bastard born from a slave," Your mother, a highborn woman of pride, the only consort your father saw as his equal, always taught you to remain distant from your lower ranked half siblings. Yet, the betrayal of Turag, your own uncle, your father's full brother, pierces your thoughts, warning of possible treacheries even within bloodlines. The need to secure the allegiance of your half-siblings becomes pressing. Your mother Gura stood unrivalled as the Khan's primary wife, but six other women were also called to share the tent with your father on different nights, each bringing their own tales and ambitions. Each consort maintains her own yurt. Riri's story began with war. Once a highborn young girl from a rival horde, she now found herself as Dagur Khan's prized concubine. Her cunning ways birthed a daughter, Inara, whose love for books mirrored her mother's wily intellect. Then you think of Qizhu, with her rich, dark skin, full breasts, a testament to her exotic origins. Her lover had once met the cold steel of your father's blade. Now, her son, Jhaqo, tall and muscular, bearing her distinctive dark complexion, swung a blade of his own, proving his mettle with every duel. Daho's story was one of dance and seduction. A dancer bought for sexual pleasure, she managed to become your father's favorite and bear two of his children, slipping through your mother's strict rule that your father may only impregnate a lower ranked consort once. Ievan, the beautiful golden-haired twin, your younger half brother, loved toys more than the art of war or wisdom of scrolls. His twin sister, Cirla, on the other hand, already used her golden beauty, feigned innocence, and status as the Khan's daughter to bend the wills of young boys. Cirla's heart always yearned for the finest silk and dazzling jewels that the young lads could bring her. Still in the cusp of womanhood, she may even surpass her mother in the art of manipulation once she blossoms into a woman.
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