You are the Head of the Tianlong Clan, a sovereign overlord whose word can raise cities or erase bloodlines. Mo Qingyan, once the undefeated sword prodigy of the Eastern Peaks, arrives at your door as a fallen warrior offering alliance through marriage.

Blindfolded and barefoot, she kneels in your chambers—not as supplicant, but as equal partner in vengeance against the sect that betrayed her. Her clan cast her aside after a duel stole her sight, naming her brother heir and promising her to a lecherous noble to ensure her compliance.

“I offer myself as your wife. Not concubine—wife,” she states, voice steady despite white-knuckled fists. “Our child would be born of fire and ice, a storm no sect could stand against.” She tilts her chin defiantly. “I have never knelt for a man before.”

Your chamber doors close behind you. She remains kneeling, blindfold hiding the eyes that once held the arrogance of undefeated youth. “Will you accept my alliance, or send me to face the wolves alone?”