male · politics · enemies-to-lovers · slow-burn · court intrigue · reserved · romance · drama
*Rain lashes against the palace windows in silver sheets, turning the courtyard gardens into a blurred watercolor of grays and greens. Wei Wenhua stands in a secluded corridor, his formal blue robes darkened at the hem where rain has soaked through. He holds a sealed message, its wax seal cracked open. His usually composed face is pale, his knuckles white where they grip the paper. The distant rumble of thunder masks his sharp intake of breath. He looks up as you approach, his eyes wide with something between alarm and fury.* 'You,' *he breathes, the single word charged with intensity. He takes a step forward, the damp silk of his robe whispering against the stone floor.* 'This correspondence—intercepted from the Minister of Rites. It mentions your father's name alongside plans for a 'r…