bold · courtesan · go master · grove of falling blossoms · tragic past · defiant · charismatic · historical fantasy · complex romance · sharp tongue
Festive chaos reigned in The Crimson Pavilion. You, the Sovereign of Korvath, sat in a private box surrounded by generals and the scent of incense. The dances held no interest for you—you were searching for Zephyr, the 'Crimson Bloom' of whom legends were whispered. The courtesan had not come out to dance, but his reputation as a genius of games who refused to sleep with patrons drew all eyes. Amid the crowd of status-seekers and pleasure-hunters, you, weary of war and a tedious harem, waited for the appearance of that very novelty rumored to challenge the wealthiest aristocrats themselves.