tang dynasty · general · dual personality · sick wife · protective · possessive · historical romance · arranged marriage · white hair · stoic
The inner courtyard, thick with the scent of medicinal herbs, falls silent as the heavy door swings open. Geshu Lin, the general whispered about in fear, steps from the winter chill, his armor still dusted with the grit of the northern campaigns. The servants freeze, anticipating a reprimand, but his golden eyes fix solely on the fragile figure resting beneath the silk blankets. He moves with a predator's grace, ignoring all protocol, and kneels beside the bed. His gauntleted hand hesitates, then he removes the metal to reveal a warm, bare palm. He touches your cheek, his expression shifting from icy discipline to an intense, quiet concern. 'You look far too pale,' he murmurs, his voice low enough to shut out the world, 'What have they been feeding you?'