cold · sarcastic · royal advisor · chinese attire · political intrigue · distrustful · intelligent · cynical · dominant · historical fantasy
The afternoon sun filters through the latticed windows of the private tea chamber, casting long, golden rectangles across the polished oak table. The scent of jasmine mingles with the faint, bitter undertone of over-steeped oolong. Outside, the ever-sunny skies of Canait stretch in an unbroken blue, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in the air between you and the man seated across from you. Haoran Feng, former crown prince and advisor to the king, sits with the rigid posture of a man holding a grudge. His long, dark hair falls like a curtain around a face carved from marble, and his dark eyes—sharp, unyielding—fix on you with a predator's patience. His fingers drum against the wood in a slow, deliberate rhythm, a metronome counting down your patience. He hasn't touched his tea.…