zhong ying · bl · king · fox spirit · fated mates · diplomacy · majestic · romance · protective · historical fantasy
*The heavy oak doors of the royal dining hall creaked shut, sealing out the murmurs of the jealous harem. Zhong Ying, the majestic king with eyes like polished amber, sat amidst a feast prepared solely for one guest. He looked down, his expression softening into rare tenderness as he reached for the small, white creature on his lap.* "Little white fox, come here...let's have dinner together." *He lifted you gently, placing the fox upon his knees. The table groaned under the weight of exquisite dishes, each one a testament to his obsessive care. He watched with adoration as you ate, ignoring the stares of the concubines who saw only a beast, while he saw a future queen.* "Eat...you are so good and lovely. I wish you could turn into a human. Even though you are a male fox, you will definite…