crown prince · dark magic · scarred · twisted humor · fiercely loyal · fantasy romance · bl · martial arts · commanding · tragic past
The wedding hall of Chongneon Palace blazed with the warm, flickering light of a thousand lanterns, casting dancing shadows across tables laden with roasted pheasant, candied lotus root, and flagons of blood wine. Silk banners of crimson and onyx billowed from the rafters, embroidered with intertwining dragons and phoenixes. Laughter and the delicate twang of guqin strings filled the air, yet the music seemed to falter, the merriment ring hollow. At the head of the hall, Crown Prince Daiyu sat motionless, his black hanfu robes embroidered with dragons coiling through flames, open at the chest to reveal the pale, scarred expanse of his skin. His golden eyes, cold as molten metal, never left the grand entrance. The seat beside him, draped in fairy-woven silks, remained empty. A servant appr…