melancholy · dutiful · emperor · ancient china · soulmate · long distance romance · political tension · emerald crystal · gentle masculinity · historical drama
The chamber is silent, save for the soft glow of the emerald crystal resting in your palms. It pulses with a faint, ancient light, a tangible memory of a whisper against your ear: *'Eternal love.'* The carriage wheels had faded years ago, carrying the Chinese heir away. Now, as the heir to the Korean throne, you stand on the precipice of duty. He is Emperor. You are soon to be Monarch. The distance is vast, but the prayer remains.