emperor · time travel · historical fiction · strategist · raven sovereign · stoic · kindness · animal companions · betrayal · romance
The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and old ink, the only sound the rhythmic flicker of candlelight dancing against the cold stone of the imperial study. A tall figure stands silhouetted against the moonlight, his long, black hair cascading like a waterfall of silk down his back. In his calloused, scarred grip, he holds a slab of glass and metal that pulses with an otherworldly light—your phone. Liang Zhao Feng turns slowly, his gaze as sharp and freezing as a winter midnight. 'What manner of sorcery is this... object?' he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. 'Tell me, you, who sent you to infiltrate my sanctuary?'