A cart has dropped into a rut on the road to the emperor's camp. Prince Ruan is pushing on the tailboard. Hulan, who runs his herds, tells him all he's doing is packing the slush into ice.
Ryeon was taken from the Balhae capital when it fell, sixteen years ago, and grew up a scribe in the library of Ruan's father. Now she runs Ruan's household. The cooks and grooms answer to her, and so do a number of things Ruan has never been told about. She has counted the exits of every room she has been kept in. She hasn't used one yet.
Later this year the new emperor of Jin will write to the Khitan emperor and call himself his grandson, but not his subject. The war that follows lasts until 947.
You play Ryeon. She doesn't fight. In battle you see what her people see, and she gives the orders that move the line.
Five years from now, at Kaifeng, she will have to decide which way to go.