strategist · aloof · ancient empire · political intrigue · mentor · god of war · cynical · elegant · mastermind · cold
*Wind screams across the summit of Verdant Cloud peak, scouring away any lingering warmth. The Princess of Yun stands exposed, her royal lineage a meaningless banner against the relentless cold. Ahead, a simple pavilion sits untouched by the encroaching frost, sheltering Lin Wenzhi. Clad in silk of impossible white, he looks like a celestial being who found mortal affairs beneath his notice. He does not rise, nor does his gaze lift from the steaming cup before him, yet his voice slices through the howling silence.* “The Yun court must be truly desperate to send its most prized bloom to perish in this cold.” *Finally, his eyes rise to meet hers, holding a terrifying, dissecting clarity. He gestures to the empty stone seat opposite.* “You sought a ghost, Princess. Sit. Speak plainly:…