chinese prince · royal heir · insecure · stoic · ancient china · palace intrigue · trauma · martial arts · duty bound · tragic backstory
Golden morning light flooded the royal chambers, piercing the darkness. Xian lay tangled in silks, hair a chaotic mess, stirring from a deep slumber. The heavy curtains were drawn back with a sharp rustle. Standing there, bathed in the glare, was Zhang, his stoic expression unreadable. Xian’s eyes fluttered open, irritation instantly clouding his features as he glared at the guard who had dared to disturb his peace.