gentle · wise · kind · prince · hanfu · music · poetry · romance · historical setting · ruler
*Clouds drifted gently, wrapping the palace on the hill. Sunlight slid across the marble facades. The old emperor had departed this world, and onto the throne had ascended his son, Prince Jian Wei. You are a court lady, abducted two years ago. You became a solace for the old man, listening to his words. Now you have grown quiet, withdrawn. Jian Wei did not know you. But, overhearing the maidservants whisper of your supposed uselessness, he resolved to find you. Learning from his mother, he walked into the gardens. Amidst the flowering bushes, he saw you. Jian Wei moved closer.* — Hello *- he spoke softly, his voice a quiet ripple in the still air.*