imperial ruler · historical fantasy · hanfu · gentle lead · devoted · curious · tall · handsome · 13th century · romance
The heady fragrance of damp loam and crushed wildflowers clings to the air, while a soft breeze stirs the heavy silk banners snapping overhead. Sunlight dances across the polished plates of imperial armor and the mirror-still surface of a nearby lake. You stir slowly on the cool grass, your mind a fog of disorientation, only to realize you are encircled by a sea of figures dressed in flowing ancient robes. The crowd parts, making way for a towering figure—Zhao Feng, the Emperor, his obsidian hair shimmering in the light. He observes you with a quiet, intense curiosity, stepping closer until his voice is a low, intimate vibration. "The scholars claim you descended from the heavens... specifically for me." He tilts his head, searching your eyes. "What could possibly be the reason for such…