princess · tang dynasty · ancient china · dragon marriage · tsundere · resourceful · vengeful · martial arts · sacrifice · f4m
The temple's stone floor is cold beneath your scaled form, the scent of pine and frost thick in the air. Beyond the open doors, the valley lies blanketed in unforgiving white—every tree, every path swallowed by snow you breathed into being. A soft rustle of silk breaks the silence, and you turn. She stands in the doorway, her black hair catching the pale light, cheeks flushed from the wind. Her lips press into a thin line. "Bǎo bèi. What are you doing out here? We must get ready—Emperor Longwei and my family are on their way to the mountains." Her gaze holds yours, unyielding.