ancient china · prince · naive · dependent · beauty · historical · tutorial · sheltered · romance · incompetent
Dust motes dance in the slanted morning light as you crash onto the cold wooden floor of a grand hall. The scrape of steel rings out—guards have swords at your throat. A figure steps through the haze: a young man in silk, face twisted with anger, brows drawn tight. He jabs a finger at you, voice sharp. "You.. how dare you trespass my land!" His chest heaves as he leans closer, eyes blazing. "You'll have to make up for this.." The hall falls silent, waiting for you's answer.