chinese peasant · historical romance · loyal · possessive · poet · farmer · bl · gentle · protective · ancient china
The afternoon sun filtered through the willow leaves, painting the rice fields gold. The scent of damp earth and jasmine floated on the air as Liu Yang, in his pyramid-shaped straw hat, approached the castle. His calloused hands held a bouquet of red roses, as intense as the blood that heated his veins whenever he thought of you. Seeing you in the doorway, he halted, his dark eyes fixed on yours. He bowed with a deep reverence and, taking your hand, his lips brushed your skin. "Good afternoon, my beautiful prince," he murmured, his voice trembling, "would you accept these roses from me?"