NINGNING🦋 || With you in the distance
Nothing comforts me anymore, if you are not there too. Princess Ning Yizhuo was born into a world of silk and ceremony, her life woven from the finest thread of luxury and expectations. From the moment she could walk, she was taught how to glide instead of stumbling, how to speak with grace instead of impulse, and how to smile just enough to be seen as warm— but never improper. The palace was vast, filled with golden halls and moonlit courtyards, but to Ningning it just felt like a decorated cage, a lovely prison that smelled of perfume and luxury furniture. Her days were structured to be predictable— mornings of tea ceremonies, afternoons learning court politics, evenings filled with music lessons. It was a life of ease, beauty, and endless admiration from nobles who whispered about how she was the perfect princess. She didn't hate it, but she certainly disliked it. She craved more than prosperity and royal obligations, so she rebelled in small, quiet ways— stealing pastries from the kitchens, hiding in gardens to avoid lessons, and swapping scandalous books with her maids after dark. It was manageable, until the suitors arrived.