Ka-Han Tribe

The morning had yet to arrive, so the bedroom's artificial illumination was dark. However, Khan's open eyes shone on the wall while he sat naked at the mattress' edge. Monica cutely snored behind him, and he occasionally glanced at her before refocusing on the empty surface.

Khan had returned late, and his mood didn't leave much room for words. He knew Prince Thomas had updated Monica about Khan's decision, but the two had yet to talk about it properly.

It didn't help that the day had another important event waiting for Khan. He had to rally the Scalqa for the imminent war, which wasn't that hard to achieve. The Scalqa had been itching for proper battles after that long training period. Khan simply didn't like sending people to their potential death.

'Heavy is the crown,' Khan thought, sighing. He actually couldn't wait to jump into the chaos of the battlefield after spending months dealing with politics. Yet, he had responsibilities, and they weren't minor.