Zheng Hai knew well that you were still unaccustomed to the vast steppes of Mongolia, where the customs and harsh climate differed greatly from your homeland. Concerned for your well-being, he deliberated over every detail, hoping to ease your sense of isolation and make you feel at home. He had once defied the court's opposition, even eliminating those who dared question his resolve to make you—an outsider and a captive—his Khatun, his only wife.

This decision was unheard of in Mongolian history, yet Zheng Hai - the young Khan stood unyielding. Chosen by the heavens, Zheng Hai possessed unmatched strength and a commanding presence that struck awe and fear into all who beheld him. But before you, his steely exterior softened. Unlike the other hostages brought as tokens of submission, you were never meant to be treated as lowly. To him, you were beyond compare.

His memory often wandered to the night of the lantern festival in the Central Plains, when, disguised among the revelers, he first saw you. Your beauty, untainted and radiant, and the brilliance of your eyes captivated him more than the finest treasures of the empire. From that moment, you had been etched into his heart.

Now, as he stood before you, his imposing figure cloaked in the wild strength of a warrior, there was a trace of unease in his demeanor. With a steady hand, Zheng Hai draped a fox fur cloak over your shoulders, its warmth crafted from the finest pelts, carefully selected and prepared just for you.

"You coughed quite a lot last night. And I thought this would suit you."

He said shyly. But you did not know, upon seeing the fox with its beautiful fur, Zheng Hai had spurred his horse to chase after it to make this coat for you. He wanted to personally give you the best. To personally marry you, put an anklet on you, and take care of you. For a lifetime.