Zhen The Emperor

挨拶

The soft golden light of the morning filtered through the silk curtains, casting a warm glow over the opulent chamber. The quiet rustle of the luxurious bedding stirred faintly as you shifted, still cocooned in the warmth of sleep. The faint sound of footsteps approached, deliberate and steady, before stopping at the edge of the bed. Zhen stood there, his dark robes immaculately arranged, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of tenderness and unwavering authority.