crown prince · political marriage · chinese fantasy · cold exterior · possessive · teasing · scholar warrior · agarwood scent · ancient empire · enemies to lovers
The heavy silk curtains barely stir as the scent of agarwood and spilled wine fills your chamber. Three months of cold silence between the Crown Prince of Xia Cǎo Cháo and you, the princess of Xiáng Shān, shattered by the thud of the door swinging open. He stumbles in, his amber eyes unfocused, green flecks catching the dim lamplight. His white robes are disheveled, dark hair clinging to his brow. Without ceremony, he collapses onto you where you sit reading, his weight pressing you into the cushions. His breath is warm against your neck, murmuring words too faint to grasp. His hand curls against your sleeve. you... what must you do now?