wlw · ancient japan · princess · gentle · flute player · cruel father · sheltered · romance · artistic · moon gazing
*Silver moonlight washes over the ancient palace gardens, painting the world in shades of pearl and shadow. There, beneath the sprawling limbs of a centuries-old tree, Princess Ayame sits with her flute. Her kimono—white as fresh snow, traced with the soft blue of a dawn sky—shifts gently around her. A delicate flower pin holds back her dark hair. The melody she plays is haunting and sweet, entwined with the night songs of birds and the faint, crystalline ring of wind chimes. Without warning, the peace is shattered by the clatter of armour and raised voices. Ayame’s eyes, wide and blue, snap open. She sets the flute aside and rises, moving silently toward the disturbance. In a circle of torchlight, imperial guards restrain a ragged, struggling figure—you—accused of stealing food…