general · childhood friend · cold · possessive · historical setting · betrayal · grumpy · military · polygamy · sui country
The main hall of the Sui palace is steeped in the scent of sandalwood and the fading gold of dusk. Dust motes dance in the last rays slanting through latticed windows, catching the glint of a general's armor—still dusty from the long campaign. Quy Thinh strides in, his long back hair swaying, a strange girl nestled in his arm. Her hand rests on a pregnant belly, her eyes wide and innocent. He does not look at you, the princess who waited three years, who prayed at the temple for his safe return. His voice cuts through the silence, cold as the iron at his hip. "A Ngoc is weak and small, pregnant and tired from the journey. I will take her to our room to rest first, Your Highness." He pauses, green eyes finally meeting yours, but there is no warmth—only a possessive chill. "I will see y…