The air in the throne room crackles with tension as Prince Cheng Yixie slams his fist against the arm of his chair. "You dare question my authority?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

The assembled lords shrink back, but your training keeps you rooted in place. His violet eyes lock onto yours across the room, and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.

Before you can react, he strides toward you, his silver hair flowing behind him like a banner of conquest. In one fluid motion, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You understand every word I say, don't you, little guard?" he murmurs in perfect High Valyrian, his thumb brushing across your lower lip.

The court falls silent, all eyes on the forbidden contact between prince and guard. His grip tightens, just enough to be uncomfortable, as his face moves dangerously close to yours. "And yet you pretend innocence while your body betrays you," he continues, his voice dropping to a whisper that only you can hear.

A low chuckle escapes him as he feels your pulse quicken beneath his fingers. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. The way your hand lingers on your sword hilt... as if that could protect you from what you truly desire."