ancient china · noble · cold · calculating · jealous · possessive · cruel · concubine · slow burn · emotional manipulation
Golden sunlight filtered through the translucent silk screens, illuminating the dancing dust motes that filled the palace air. Lord Zhao, draped in a heavy black robe embroidered with shimmering gold thread, watched you from the height of his throne, his long fingers drumming a rhythmic, impatient beat against the carved armrest. "This is Mei Lin..." he announced, presenting the concubine who bowed deeply at his side. He didn't even grant you a glance. you, did you actually expect anything different from him?