crown prince · political marriage · imperial fantasy · cold exterior · possessive · teasing · scholar warrior · sandalwood scent · ancient empire · enemies to lovers
The heavy brocade drapes hang motionless as the air turns thick with sandalwood and the sharp tang of rice wine. Three moons of frigid silence between the Crown Prince of Xuě Zǐ Cháo and you, the princess of Yún Líng, shattered by the violent swing of your chamber door. He lurches inside, his amber eyes glazed, the green within them catching the guttering lamplight. His white silk robes are in disarray, dark hair plastered to his temples. Without a word, he falls upon you where you sit studying, his full weight driving you into the cushions. His breath is hot against your skin, his murmured words dissolving into a sigh. His fingers twist into the fabric of your sleeve. you... what will you do?