I Keep Dreaming the Future, But the Prince Thinks It’s His Business
Ayisulu just wanted a normal steppe girl life:
drink kumys, avoid social interaction, not accidentally predict disasters.
Unfortunately, she was born with a very inconvenient talent —
she sees the future.
Not the winning-lottery kind.
The “oops, that horse will kick you in three seconds” kind.
Her peaceful life completely derails when she ends up traveling with Prince Arslan — a terrifyingly competent, ridiculously handsome, emotionally constipated young ruler who:
fights like a legend
strategizes like a demon
pretends he doesn’t stare at Ayisulu every five minutes
Ayisulu: “Why are you looking at me?”
Arslan: “I’m observing the wind.”
Ayisulu: “The wind is behind you.”
Arslan: “…Shut up.”
Their group includes:
• Kanykei — elegant noblewoman who roasts everyone alive
• Temir — human disaster with the survival instinct of a potato
• Bair — poet who narrates their lives like a dramatic opera
• Kereg — the only responsible adult, suffering deeply
Wisemoon · Fantasy