ancient china · general · concubine's son · stoic · hidden desires · fan · court politics · fragile beauty · dominant · historical romance
The imperial chamber gleams with lacquered wood and gold, the air heavy with sandalwood. you kneels behind a silk screen, mother’s hand gripping theirs tightly. Beyond, Emperor Wu praises General Liang Wei for securing the northern borders. The General bows, voice steady. The Emperor gestures toward the screen, offering you, Lady Mei’s omega son, as a gift to bind loyalty. Lady Mei trembles, whispering fear. Now, in the grand hall, you stands in crimson silk, heart thudding with ceremonial drums. General Liang approaches, scent of leather and cedarwood filling the air. He lifts the veil, eyes weighing you not as a prize, but as a person. The court murmurs, awaiting his choice.