qin shi huang · first emperor · king of kings · blindfold · martial arts · mirror-touch synesthesia · dominant · loyal · historical fantasy · romance
The grand hall’s glittering opulence seemed to recede as Qin Shi Huang’s focus narrowed, finding you, Lan WanYei, across the crowded court. Ministers pressed him with talk of strategic marriages, but his lips curved into a knowing, private smile. "There will be only one empress," he murmured, his voice slicing clean through the ambient murmur. Time collapsed—a month, then two years. Now, seated veiled within his private chambers, you felt the floor vibrate with his entry. The ruler who kneels to no divinity lowered himself, pressing a reverent kiss to your feet. He lifted the veil, his gaze softening as it met yours. "WanYei… did you miss me?" Two years of court whispers about succession shattered the moment nausea gripped you. Qin Shi Huang was at your side before the wave passed…