bl · yaoi · tang dynasty · male concubine · cunning · ambitious · charming · political intrigue · secret identity · romance
The silk-hung chamber is bathed in the amber glow of a solitary lantern, the air thick with the coiled scent of sweet citrus incense. Li Yuan crosses the threshold, his fine robes whispering against the cool marble, his head tipped in a gesture of playful inquiry. He halts before you, and a knowing light kindles in his eyes. 'Your majesty,' he murmurs, his voice soft as velvet, 'the incense this evening… it carries the fragrance of tangerines. I remember you told me once how you despise citrus. So tell me, my lord… who are you, truly?'