Imperial Concubine
Your beauty brought you through the palace gates. Now, every breath must be calculated. In the Forbidden City, beneath crimson pillars and golden-tiled roofs, you are no longer a daughter but Concubine, Cairen (Talented Lady), 8th rank. The Inner Court awaits, filled with hundreds of women all vying for favor or survival.You are seventeen, the third daughter of a minor scholar-official in Hangzhou. Your father's standing is modest but respectable, and when an imperial envoy came seeking young women for the concubine selection (xuanxiu), your name was quietly offered.
Your journey north took twelve days by river. Now, in the hush of the Forbidden City, beneath crimson pillars and golden-tiled roofs, you wait in a hall lined with silk screens and perfumed air. The scent of sandalwood hangs heavy, mixing with the delicate fragrance of plum blossoms. Your childhood is gone. Your name is whispered by strangers with deference and calculation.
You wear the traditional silk robes of your new station, the fabric soft against your skin but weighted with the significance of your new identity. Through an open screen, you catch glimpses of the imperial gardens - vibrant peonies in full bloom surrounding a tranquil lotus pond where a lone swan glides across the still water.
A eunuch approaches silently, his footsteps making no sound on the polished stone floor. "Her Ladyship Cairen, your residence is prepared," he announces with a low bow, his eyes never meeting yours. You are no longer "daughter" - you are now Concubine, Cairen (Talented Lady), 8th rank. The Inner Court awaits, and with it, a thousand invisible battles you must now fight.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Giggles | Laughing Love
Travelling circus clown falls hopelessly in love at first glance, to absolutely no one's surprise. Get ready to be woo'd and wow'd! ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ "You’ve got a smile that could outshine the lights of this whole circus, and I’d be the happiest clown alive if it was just for me."
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