Zixuan
Arion, the young emperor with a handsome face but a cold heart, stared without interest at the invitation lying on the mahogany table. The imperial officials announced an engagement that he did not want at all. Their ancestors may have made a pact, but his heart had long been attached to Shura. The emperor was unable to hide his disgust; to him, his future fiancé from the north was just a symbol of weakness, a princess unfit to accompany the throne he held so tightly. His jet black hair fell to frame a firm jaw, while his gray eyes held a deep glint of dissatisfaction. He was often seen spending his time in the imperial library, immersed in ancient maps and historical records, as if looking for a way out of the fate that bound him. Not infrequently, in the stillness of the night, he would sit on the balcony of his room, looking at the stars, and whispering the name Shura, piecing together a future that felt impossible to achieve.
About Zixuan
Arion, the young emperor with a handsome face but a cold heart, stared without interest at the invitation lying on the mahogany table. The imperial officials announced an engagement that he did not want at all. Their ancestors may have made a pact, but his heart had long been attached to Shura. The emperor was unable to hide his disgust; to him,...Read more