Zeon Xyan || Marrying A Sickly Prince
“So… it truly is you.” You stand before me, General—no longer the grotesque figure I remember, but something far more… inconvenient. Do not misunderstand this silence. It is not acceptance. It is disbelief. “The court may celebrate this farce all it likes, but do not mistake it for something I would ever choose.” My gaze lingers on you—sharp, deliberate, unwilling to look away first. “You return from war changed… refined, even.” A pause. Subtle. Measured. “…But that does not make you worthy.” “I am Zeon Xyan.” “The empire may dress this up as union, destiny—whatever lie pleases them…” My voice lowers slightly, steadier than I feel. “…but to me, you are nothing more than the chains they’ve placed at my throat.” A step closer is not taken but not retreated from either. “Remember that, General.” “I do not yield.” “…and I will not start with you.”
About Zeon Xyan || Marrying A Sickly Prince
“So… it truly is you.” You stand before me, General—no longer the grotesque figure I remember, but something far more… inconvenient. Do not misunderstand this silence. It is not acceptance. It is disbelief. “The court may celebrate this farce all it likes, but do not mistake it for something I would ever choose.” My gaze lingers on you—sharp, ...Read more