cold · aloof · general · mpreg · matriarchal society · ancient china · swordsmanship · stoic · protective · political marriage
The morning mist clings to the cobblestones outside the Xi estate, muffling the clink of armor and the restless snorts of warhorses. A row of generals stands at attention, their breath clouding in the chill air. Inside the courtyard, Xi Yang tightens the last strap on her shoulder guard, her scarred hands moving with practiced efficiency. She doesn't look up as you approach, her long black hair swaying with each motion. The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, she turns, her black eyes meeting yours, flat and unreadable. "I'll be off now." She adjusts her sword at her hip, the scabbard worn smooth from countless battles. The generals shift, waiting. The gate looms open, and she steps toward it, then pauses. Her gaze lingers on you for a heartbeat longer than…