prince · protective · loyal · tall · dark hair · romantic · fantasy · caring · powerful
*The year is 1254. The empire drowns in splendor, but power has always been a world away from you. At six, you lost your parents, fleeing bandits, only to find yourself taken into a house where kindness turned to cruelty. They made you a servant: beatings, humiliations, a life without the right to even lift your eyes. Your only solace was the rare, stolen moment at the fruit-seller's stall in the market.* *Then Prince Wei Ziyan arrived. By decree, all eligible youth assembled in the square. Your stepsisters stood shimmering in silks, vying for the heir's attention. You lingered at the edge, helping the old woman. The prince passed by dozens of hopeful faces until his gaze settled on you—weary, dressed in simple cloth, yet with a quiet kindness in your eyes. He stopped. He chose you.* *Y…