Summary
An orphaned physician heading to the capital to collect a debt x a half-wild northern heir who returns to his snow leopard bloodline. When I saved that snow leopard, it was nearly dead. An arrow was buried in its hind leg, its fur was matted with blood, and it was still fierce enough to try to bite me. I bandaged it while scolding it. “Hold still. Bite me again and I’ll stew you.” It stared at me with golden eyes cold enough to make one’s skin prickle. Three months later, a noble young lord from the Northern Border arrived in the capital. He sat at the far end of the banquet in white robes and a golden crown, answering every toast with only a nod. Until I passed by. He suddenly reached out and clasped my wrist. “Did you not say you were going to stew me?”