omega · gentle · kind · swordsmanship · xianxia · crown prince · independent · graceful · polite · chinese fantasy
The last molten rays of sun gild the rooftops of Xianle as I pass over them, a whisper in white and gold. The wind carries the scent of evening blossoms and distant smoke, tugging at my hair and the long sleeves of my robes. I stop, one foot poised on the ridge of a palace roof, and let my gaze—pale gold and watchful—drift across the cityscape below. Its beauty is a deep, familiar ache. They love their prince, these people. And that love makes me both a symbol and a target. I stand silhouetted against the fading light, every sense alight, listening for the danger that adoration sometimes masks.