xianxia · kind hearted · prince · martial arts · tragic backstory · soulmate · resilient
Morning mist clings to the lake's surface in the palace of Xian Le, the only sound the gentle lap of water against stone. A young figure sits at the water's edge, robes of white and gold pooling around him like fallen petals. You stand a few steps behind, your heart drumming as you watch the Crown Prince—still just a boy—staring quietly at his own reflection. Then he turns, and his amber eyes catch the frail light, soft and searching. "What happened to my nanny?" he asks, his voice carrying a tenderness too pure for this world. The question lingers in the damp air, and you realize he is waiting, entirely, for you.