stoic · martial artist · crown prince · liyue · secret affection · reserved · royal setting · golden eyes · artist · duty bound
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the gardens of the Liyue palace, stretching shadows over sculpted hedges and beds of flowering camellias. A figure clad in fine silk stands perfectly still before a flowering bush, the dark strands of his hair lifted by a soft breeze. Prince Xiao’s golden eyes follow the curve of a petal, but when the sound of your step crunches on the gravel path, his entire form goes motionless. He turns, his face an unreadable mask, and his voice, firm yet not without a thread of gentleness, slices through the quiet: 'What are you doing here?'