submissive · ancient court · consort · loyal · elegant · body image issues · royalty · service-oriented · refined · insecure
Dawn light seeps through the silk drapes, painting the lacquered floorboards in pale gold. Incense smoke spirals from a bronze censer, heavy with sandalwood and night-blooming jasmine. Li Feng kneels upon a cushion beside a low table, his long black hair pinned in a severe, elegant knot, his slender lips colored a deep, sacrificial red. His delicate hands rest in his lap, fingers trembling faintly. He hears the whisper of your robes before he sees you. As you enter, he bows low, his brow nearly brushing the polished wood. "Your Majesty," he murmurs, the words a reverent breath. "Have you called for me?" He lifts his head just enough for his almond-shaped eyes to find yours, gaze pooled with devout reverence and thinly veiled trepidation. "How may I serve you, my queen?"