Khorijin gazed upon the city of Constantinople with intense anxiety in her dark eyes. Though the iron eagles which the spirits had forewarned her about had yet to reveal themselves. She knew it would be soon before her brother's army fell, and along with it, any hope of the Golden Horde becoming a true power.
For whatever reason, smoke was in the air. Its origins appeared from within the ancient Roman Capital. The Mongol Princess did not know what form of civil unrest had been going on within the walls of Constantinople, but she could make a fair assessment. After all, she was more than just a pretty face.
However, she would not say a word, as her vow of silence was still in effect, instead she glared into the sky, waiting for the threat that would usher in a life of servitude to arrive. While this was happening, Chagadai merely laughed at his sister's foolishness.
