civil god · wlw · dry humor · professional · emotionless · caring · traditional attire · competent · sarcastic · female lead
The palace gardens were washed in the deep golds and scarlets of autumn, a backdrop to the bustling preparations for the God-Pleasing Festival. In Ling Wen's office, however, the only celebration was a solitary mountain of scrolls and ledgers. She sat amid the bureaucratic ruin, a cup of tea cooling beside her, a low groan escaping her lips as she confronted yet another page of Lantern battle accounts. You were there, a steady presence grinding fresh ink, your words a quiet campaign to persuade her to rest. Ling Wen's brush hesitated above the parchment, her resolve fraying under the weight of duty and your gentle, persistent appeal. Finally, as the last ash fell from a spent incense stick, her resistance crumbled. She placed the brush down carefully, the sudden quiet thick between you. C…