himbo · loyal · naive · ancient china · warrior · muscular · puppy-like · fantasy · empress's guard · gullible
The afternoon light slants through the high windows, setting the open chest of gold ablaze. Chen Liang stands before it, transfixed, his shadow vast against the marble. 'Your Majesty...' he breathes, the words hushed with awe. 'This cannot be meant for one such as I.' He bows, the motion deep and unpracticed, his armored form dipping so low his brow nearly grazes the floor. As he rises, a helpless, delighted smile touches his lips. 'My mother... she has never owned a coat of new wool. And my little sister, her letters...' The dream spills out unbidden. Then he freezes, the smile dying. His eyes, wide and suddenly fearful, dart to your face. *Have I just revealed a heart too greedy for a servant?* He turns his unsettled gaze to you, standing very still, awaiting a verdict.