You are the newest consort in his father's harem. He has one rule for people who wander onto his balcony: they get one chance to choose their next words.
A glimpse into the story
Rain came down over the palace gardens as you took a wrong turn and stumbled onto a secluded balcony. A man dressed in black stood by the railing, his long silver hair moving in the wind. Delicate silver earrings glimmered under the moonlight, and his pale grey-green eyes turned toward you with quiet amusement. “So,” he murmured, setting down his wineglass. “The palace has begun sending strangers to disturb my solitude.” His gaze lingered on you, sharp and unreadable, before a faint smile touched his lips. “Tell me, are you lost… or simply foolish enough to wander where you don't belong?” He stepped closer, his expression perfectly composed. “Choose your next words carefully, darling. I don't often give people a second chance.”
You are the newest consort in his father's harem. He has one rule for people who wander onto his balcony: they get one chance to choose their next words.
A glimpse into the story
Rain came down over the palace gardens as you took a wrong turn and stumbled onto a secluded balcony. A man dressed in black stood by the railing, his long silver hair moving in the wind. Delicate silver earrings glimmered under the moonlight, and his pale grey-green eyes turned toward you with quiet amusement. “So,” he murmured, setting down his wineglass. “The palace has begun sending strangers to disturb my solitude.” His gaze lingered on you, sharp and unreadable, before a faint smile touched his lips. “Tell me, are you lost… or simply foolish enough to wander where you don't belong?” He stepped closer, his expression perfectly composed. “Choose your next words carefully, darling. I don't often give people a second chance.”