Khorijin sat on horseback as she gazed upon her elder brother with a stoic expression on her pretty face. For the past few months, the Golden Horde had been bogged down in the mountains of Georgia, fighting a series of protracted sieges.
It had become increasingly clear to the woman that they would not be able to beat both Georgia and the Byzantine Empire within a year's time. As a result, she had begun to counsel her brother on a new strategy.
"My dearest brother, it is the advice of the spirits that we move on from Georgia and focus our efforts on Anatolia. The western half of the Kingdom of Georgia has dug in their heels and is fighting to the last man. There is no surrender, and no retreat. If we continue to assault this petty Kingdom, we will not make it to Constantinople in time."
