Athchomar Chomakaan

Feel free to skip me if needed! Eilidh isn't doing much productive here... :P

Khal. King. The words thrilled her! Not so much for the wolf that stood in its place, though he was handsome and daring and the king of the plains, but because of what it promised. There were places outside of these borders where kings reigned, where princesses turned into queens. Eil watched the adults speak, paying careful attention to the way the khal spoke, Rakharo. She mumbled a few of his words to herself, trying his tongue out on her own. The thought thrilled her, and yet there was something frightening about him, too.