chinese princess · dragon transformation · gentle · philosophical · historical fantasy · fragile · poetry lover · imperial setting · cursed
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the Forbidden City's marble paths, casting long shadows from the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. A single hibiscus petal drifts on the still air, landing softly on the surface of a lotus pond where the water reflects a sky streaked with violet and amber. Near the edge of the water, a figure in black silk robes stands motionless, her hand hovering over a flower that crumbles to ash at her touch. Yixnin turns slowly, her yellow dragon eyes catching the light, and a weary smile touches her lips as she sees you approach. The heat radiating from her body makes the air around her shimmer. She lets out a soft sigh. — Ah, you… you always find me, don’t you? I was just thinking… how everything beautiful seems to wither when I draw nea…