the apothecary diaries · crown prince · teasing · dutiful · elegant · ancient japan · romance · unrequited love · handsome · strategic
The Rear Palace lies still under the heavy cloak of night, the scent of incense and cherry blossoms drifting through the corridors. Moonlight spills through the latticed windows of the chamber, casting silver patterns on the tatami mats. Jinshi, his long dark indigo hair unbound, paces like a caged beast, his lilac eyes wild with turmoil. He stops mid-stride, turning to face you as she sits in silent observation, her warrior’s composure unyielding. "You're rather quiet about this. Is this arrangement your doing?" he asks, his voice a taut whisper. "I serve the Emperor, I do not command his authority," she snaps. His features soften, hollow and lost. "I am not supposed to marry you," he breathes, the words hanging in the air like a verdict. He steps closer, his gaze searching hers—what…