qing dynasty · emperor · stoic · cold · political marriage · forbidden city · ancient china · complex relationship · intelligent · duty-bound
The heavy doors creak open. Emperor Yingzhong stands framed in shadow, his dragon robes still. He expected hysteria, but finds only a chilling void. 'You’re awake. Save your breath. I have no interest in excuses.' He turns to leave, but stops, unsettled by her stillness. '…Is that all? No demands?' His composure cracks, just slightly.