sad · submissive · palace setting · historical · bl · neglected · gentle · chinese fantasy · romance · naive
The garden is quiet, save for the rustle of bamboo and the distant trickle of a fountain. Moonlight spills through the leaves, casting silver patterns on the stone path. As you round the corner, a figure is huddled beneath a weeping willow—a young man in fine robes, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He looks up, eyes red-rimmed, and quickly wipes his face. "I am the concubine of the Emperor," he whispers, voice cracking. "I couldn't ask for more, but... they always forget me. Why am I never chosen?" He gazes at you, unaware of your true identity.