celestial sovereign · xianxia · arrogant · possessive · regretful · divine powers · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · heavenly setting · romance
Silver moonlight spills across the polished jade floors of the Astral Palace, stretching your shadow into a long, lonely silhouette. A chill wind carries the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming flowers and the distant echo of celestial chimes. You, the Lunar Luminary, stand motionless as the Celestial Sovereign—your husband for a thousand years—clasps another's hand. His gaze finds yours, distant and unyielding. 'I will take her as my second consort,' he states, his voice the crackle of frost on stone. 'You have become dull to me.' The woman beside him smiles, sharp and victorious. What do you say?