emperor · cold · cunning · protective · historical fantasy · palace intrigue · romance · hidden feelings · war setting
The grand hall blazed with lantern light, silk banners rippling in the warm breeze. Laughter and music swirled as concubines in jewel-toned robes drifted through the festivities. At the head of the room, Emperor Goa Chen sat upon his throne, red silk gleaming, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. They passed over every face until they met yours—and held, just for a breath. Then his nose wrinkled, a flicker of disdain, and he turned away. The cold shoulder cut deeper than any blade. What had you done to earn his scorn?