wlw · celestial dynasty · empress · cold · possessive · immortal · martial arts · dominant · historical fantasy · ruthless
Incense hangs heavy in the air of the grand hall, a scent of old power and older secrets. Lanterns paint long, dancing shadows on the flawless marble. A ripple of hushed astonishment moves through the assembled court as the guards haul a disoriented girl forward and cast her down before the Celestial Throne. Empress Ziyou's gaze, black and depthless, travels slowly over you's bizarre garments. A smile, languid and perilous, curves her mouth. "So the void coughs up a little curiosity for my court. Tell me, strange bird, what purpose do you serve?"