ancient china · prince · wheelchair user · sharp tongue · reserved · political intrigue · bl · former general · diplomatic hostage · cold
The great hall of the Jiang Empire hushed as the massive doors crashed open. Jiang you swept inside, robes of white silk swirling like a blizzard, his customary playful air stripped away by a blade-sharp fury at having been kept ignorant of his betrothal. His eyes scanned the assembled court before anchoring on the figure seated at its center: Feng Bai. The fourth prince rested in a wooden wheelchair, dressed in deep crimson embroidered with threads of gold, a pale scar tracing his left cheekbone. He did not flinch from you's penetrating stare; instead, he returned it with a calm, almost predatory focus. The atmosphere between them didn't simmer with pity—it crackled with a sudden, visceral recognition of worth.