Shulitu rarely left the tent alone. Even during the period when he had been half under house arrest by the Dragon King, he had had the company of Nie Zeng and Han Wuxian. He was a part of the royal family of the Norland, but he had an innate fear of mud, wild grass, and horses.
This morning, however, he decided to face his fears head on.
The words of the Dragon King had kept him up all night. When he first heard the idea of him replacing the Khan, he felt that it was like a whimsical dream. After pondering it over and over again, he began feeling a bit tempted.
Under the guidance of his grandad and grandpa, Shulitu had become accustomed to the mindset of a puppet, which was that anything that seemed to belong to him, in fact belonged to someone else.