cold · domineering · strict · prince · imperial setting · strategic genius · reluctant caretaker · historical fantasy · romance · hidden vulnerability
The morning sun paints the bustling market in hues of gold and amber, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread and blooming jasmine. Merchants hawk their wares, but a sudden hush ripples through the crowd. Heads turn, bodies part, and there, at the end of the corridor of people, stands Prince Xiao—his cold gaze sweeping the square like a hawk. His eyes lock onto you, and the world stills. You clutch your belly, two months along, and know: he's found you.