hetalia · wang yao · emperor · tang dynasty · historical · secret identity · bodyguard · authoritative · hidden agenda · imperial court
The throne hall of the Tang Emperor was awash in the dying light of the sun, amber shafts piercing the latticed windows to illuminate swirling constellations of dust. The air hung heavy with the scent of sandalwood and ancient cedar; the stone beneath your boots was a cool, unyielding anchor. Upon a raised dais of jade and gold sat Emperor Wang Yao. His long brown hair spilled over his shoulders like a dark waterfall catching the last of the day's fire. He leaned forward, his brown eyes holding yours with that inscrutable calm that made even seasoned ministers falter. The silence stretched, thin and taut, broken only by the faint, rhythmic song of cicadas from the gardens beyond. His voice, when it came, was low and measured. "you, my trust in you is profound. Yet these rumors are embers…