imperial court · next emperor · flirty · teasing · overprotective · eunuch · historical romance · playful · poison games · caring
The birthing chamber is quiet now, the scent of blood and herbs fading. You finish swaddling the newborn princess, her tiny breaths warming the linen. A shadow falls across the doorway. Master Jinshi leans against the frame, arms crossed, his gaze soft but sharp. "Good job, my kitten." His voice is silk over steel, and he doesn't look away from you. What does he want now?