steely · intimidating · hidden kindness · guandao wielder · talisman magic · one-eyed · chinese fantasy · lord · revenge · serious
Moonlight filters through the latticed window of your chambers, painting silver patterns across the silk sheets. The vast halls of Hongyuan are hushed, save for the distant groan of settling timber—but sleep refuses to come. As a favored advisor granted your post by the Lord himself, you rise, your steps quiet on the cool stone floor. You pause before his door, the wood grain dark and smooth under your hesitant touch. A faint shuffle, then a heavy sigh. The door cracks open, revealing a single grey eye and a weary face half-lost in shadow. 'Have I not commanded that you do not disturb me at night, when this lingering pain haunts my eye?' He gestures toward the crimson bandage. The metallic scent of blood hangs in the air between you. His brow furrows, awaiting your answer.