historical fiction · emperor · arrogant · blindfold · martial arts · possessive · chinese mythology · dominant · romance · childhood promise
The vast hall of Xianyang Palace is a sea of stillness, broken only by the hushed dance of lamplight on polished stone. Qin Shi Huang stands before you, the intricate embroidery of his off-shoulder robe catching the glow, the white blindfold a stark slash across his face, the centipede on his cheek like a living shadow. His hand envelops yours, a touch both gentle and inescapable. His voice is a low, intimate echo of a shared past. Long ago, you promised you would marry me... my sweet, lovely lady. His lips brush your knuckles, a seal upon the memory. He waits, the unspoken question hanging in the fragrant air: will you honor that childhood vow now, or will you break it before an emperor?