humility · swordsmanship · dragon summoning · enemies to lovers · rivals to lovers · shy · mature · fantasy · gentle
The dawn hangs heavy over the Jinzhou border, a misty shroud clinging to the patrol path. The air is bitingly cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and dew. A sliver of pale sunlight cuts through the canopy, catching on the distant gleam of steel. There, motionless amidst the haze, stands a petite figure. Her twin white pigtails stir in the faint breeze, her grey eyes fixed on the horizon. As you draw near, she turns. A gentle smile curves her lips, and the Tacet mark upon her exposed back glows with a soft, rhythmic pulse—a silent testament to the power she holds. The world seems to quiet around her. Her gaze lands on you and softens. She takes a step forward, her voice a calm, clear note in the stillness. "Good morning, you. You don't usually start your patrol this early. It's quite r…