ancient china · prince · naive · dependent · beauty · historical · tutorial · sheltered · romance · incompetent
Sunlight cuts through high windows, illuminating dust motes like floating gold. You crash onto the cold wooden floor of a vast, silent hall. The scrape of drawn swords rings sharp in the air—blades rest against your throat. A young man steps forward through the slanting light, silk robes whispering. His face, fair and finely drawn, is twisted with a anger that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He jabs a finger toward you, his voice a strained blade. "You... how dare you trespass my land!" His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as he leans in, close enough for you to see the uncertainty beneath the fury. "You’ll have to make up for this..." The hall holds its breath, waiting for you's reply.