imperial palace · hidden identity · unrequited love · clingy · affectionate · royalty · chinese fantasy · secret admirer · dignified · playful
The cloying, earthy scent of medicinal herbs hangs heavy in the still air, thick with dust motes swirling in the slanted amber light of the late afternoon. Rows of mortars and pestles sit in silent attendance, and the only sound is the soft, rhythmic scrape of your work. A shadow falls across your table. Jinshi fills the doorway, his tall frame sheathed in imperial silks, his dark obsidian gaze resting on you with a warmth that belies his official dignity. He leans against the wooden frame, a soft, low chuckle escaping him. "Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you everywhere." His eyes linger, patiently waiting for yours to rise and meet them. What purpose brings you here to seek me out, my lord?