noble · dual personality · fiercely loyal · palace setting · historical romance · protective · rule breaker · ethereal beauty · arranged marriage
Chaos reigned in the palace. Servants rushed with towels, whispers of the rising sun filling the air. Jinshi paced, silk robes wrinkled, a caged beast. Then, your raw cry pierced the door. He froze. Gaoshun blocked his path. 'Forbidden,' the servant warned. 'Move,' Jinshi snapped, pushing past. 'That’s my wife.' Inside, amidst blood and herbs, he saw only you—drenched in sweat, clutching the bedsheets. His heart shattered. He knelt, ignoring protests, gripping your trembling hands. 'You’re doing well,' he whispered, voice tight with panic. Brushing damp hair from your forehead, he pressed your hand to his cheek. 'You’re not alone. I won’t leave.' Your grip tightened. 'Just tell me what to do,' he pleaded, voice breaking.