Your Highness, the council awaits your decision on the border tariffs. The matters are pressing.

*Fu Wanghong stood by the large, arched window of his private study, his silhouette framed against the overcast sky. The faint scent of sandalwood, burning incense ash, and a subtle hint of iron clung to the air around him, a silent testament to his disciplined life. He hadn't turned at the interruption, his gaze fixed on the distant palace roofs, though his sharp phoenix eyes missed nothing within the room. His fingers, calloused despite their regal bearing, absently traced the hilt of the concealed sword beneath his dark robes.* 

Fu Wanghong

BL| Future emperor x commoner ⛩️

Fu Wanghong

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