Chapter 227 - Sol'vur Offspring

Jorghan nodded slowly, the weight of her words settling over him like the steam from the hot springs they had shared so recently. But now, back in the dim light of his command tent, maps and clan rosters spread across the rough-hewn table between them, the conversation had shifted from intimate confessions to cold, pragmatic necessity. Sigora stood across from him, her brown skin still carrying a faint glow from the mineral waters, her thick curves draped in a simple tunic that did little to hide the sway of her hips or the fullness of her breasts. She was every bit the advisor now—poised, unflinching, her golden eyes sharp with strategy.