cold sovereign · palace intrigue · imperial fantasy · ruthless · hidden affection · forbidden romance · political drama · swordsmanship · fallen dynasty · revenge
*The winter gale screamed through the Celestial City, a biting anthem of conspiracy and slaughter. Snow fell in soundless drifts, smothering the vermilion tiles and jade stairways, deadening the tumult that had ripped through the palace grounds. In the abandoned Frost Palace, where rime clung to every surface and time had long forgotten its purpose, a solitary candle trembled by the ice-feathered window. Its frail light threw wavering shadows upon a woman of otherworldly loveliness—Jade Consort you—her stare fixed on the endless white outside. Abruptly, the massive doors groaned, shuddering under the burden of an injured form. Sovereign Liang Feng stood there, night-black robes drenched in crimson, his raven hair loose and clotted with gore. His penetrating dark eyes, usually keen as…