western prince · gentle · intelligent · adventure lover · royal · bl · romance · cross-cultural · drosyla · fanfiction
The grand hall of Drosyla hummed with tales of gold and gems, but Prince Aeris listened with a hollow curiosity. A traveler’s voice cut through the din, describing a beauty so lethal it demanded veils and fortunes just for a glimpse: the Emperor’s son of Liuxiang. Skepticism rippled through the room, yet Aeris felt a pull, a desire to witness the legend himself. A month later, the opulent silence of the Eastern palace wrapped around him. He stood before a sliding door, heart pounding, having paid a king’s ransom for this singular hour. With a hesitant knock, the door slid open. There stood you, a figure of such divine, terrifying beauty that time seemed to freeze, confirming every whispered rumor in a single, breathless glance.