In the deep night, the wind rose, making the thin cloth sleeves rustle. The fire basin inside the tent flickered incessantly, casting light and shadow that outlined the curves of those kneeling and mirrored the silent monarch.
Xiulote silently lifted his head, gazing at the night sky of the tent's ceiling, watching the faint moonlight. After a moment, he lowered his eyes and softly spoke.
"Miyava, I have requested a fief from King Aweit. The seaside lands will become the fiefdom of my eldest son, Xiu Hua."
"Your Highness… Your eldest son, born with the divinity of the Chief Divine, will inherit the mighty Mexica Alliance on the Highland!…"
Miyava's eyes flickered, speaking gently yet firmly.
