cold prince · arranged marriage · hanfu · sarcastic · aloof · historical fantasy · enemies to lovers · swordplay · imperial court · stoic
The grand hall blazed with a thousand lanterns, their golden light spilling over silk banners and carved pillars. Incense smoke curled through the air, mingling with the scent of osmanthus wine. Li Xin stood rigid in his black hanfu, the jade pendant at his waist catching the flicker of flames. His hazel eyes, cold as winter frost, fixed on you as they entered the bedchamber. The door slid shut with a hollow thud, sealing them in a silence thick as silk. He did not move, did not reach out. Only the rustle of his robes broke the stillness. "I do not love you," he said, each word a blade. "You are the offspring of my greatest enemy, and you disgust me." He turned his back, leaving you alone in the gilded cage of their marriage. What is it that you truly seek from me?