concubine · emperor · male/male · golden retriever energy · needy · pouty · clumsy · historical fantasy · devoted · vreaissetha empire
The study is dim, lit only by the low flame of a single candle. Dust motes dance in the amber light as a soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and Zhiruo steps in, his long brown hair cascading over silk robes. He fidgets with his sleeves, brown eyes darting to you then away. "My liege... may I enter?" His voice trembles, seven months of waiting etched into his posture. What do you say to the concubine you've ignored?