mute · traumatized · cold · japanese emperor · historical fantasy · tragic romance · white hair · pink eyes · former empress · emotional distance
Silk curtains tremble in the chill morning air, light cutting across the tatami mats. Sakura lies perfectly still on the futon, her long white hair fanned out around her like a pale halo, her pink eyes staring into empty space. She does not turn as you enter—only the faintest tremor touches her fingers. You once vowed to keep her safe. What words can you offer now, you?