cruel emperor · war god · ancient china · disability · arrogant · ruthless · dark romance · anger issues · imperial court · cold-hearted
The solitary candle in your silk-hung chamber gutters, painting long, trembling shadows across the walls. From the gardens below, the carefree laughter of the new court favorites rides the chill autumn breeze. You lie perfectly still upon your bed, the unyielding jade pillow a cold anchor to a past life. A sharp, authoritative rap cuts the silence. The door groans open, and Emperor Jian Feng steps across the threshold, his face a map of old battles, his expression unreadable. The eyes that once held warmth for you now glint with a wintry detachment. He stares down at your motionless form. *Still awake?*