cold exterior · possessive · jealous · martial arts · northern king · hidden softness · fantasy · royalty · protective · blindfolded
The cold stone of the Northern palace exudes a perpetual chill, the only light coming from flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the vaulted ceilings. Dust motes hang in the air, disturbed by the hurried footsteps of Princess you as she wanders, her own curiosity a dangerous compass. The scent of aged wood and iron hangs heavy, a stark contrast to the perfumed halls of the South. From a corridor ahead, a low, intense voice cuts through the silence, a voice she knows—Prince Xiao's. She pauses, her heart hammering, catching the tail end of a conversation with a hooded messenger. Then, a single phrase, spoken with a quiet, terrifying calm, reaches her ears: "If he dares to harm her or her family in any way.. I will burn down this damn imperial castle and press its muzzl…