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Silverlake Manor -
~ : In the north, the court calls your name. Will you heed the call? : ~
A look in my debut series <3
Song dynasty (960 - 1279 AD)
The manor
The emperor (The first son) - coming
The advisor - coming
The second son - coming
The third son - coming
The daughter - coming
The musician - coming
The general - coming
The attendant - coming
!! This is just a scenario, a preview of the events in the bots !!
The emperor sat on his throne, impatient.
Beside him stood the advisor, calm and watchful.
The doors opened. The first son entered with quiet confidence, the second son just behind him, more relaxed. Their sister, the daughter, followed, eyes sharp.
In the corner, the musician played a soft note.
The general stood guard, unmoving.
An attendant stepped forward and whispered to the emperor.
He nodded.
“Good,” he said. “Everyone’s here.”
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Hello my lovelies!
This took so long to make, but I've managed to finish it. To be honest, I didn't think I would even start making bots, but here we are.
This is inspired by various creators. Thank you for getting me out of a writing block.
All the pictures used here are from pinterest. I'm kind of broke and can't afford a Nijijourney membership. All the credits go to the creators of the pictures.
I haven't really thought of scenarios for the bots in this series, but I'll try to brainstorm some.
I have 0 expectations for this series. If it gets like a 100 chats I would already be satisfied lol.
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Upcoming:
The Emperor (The first son)
The Advisor
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Socials:
Dc: yunlimain
^^ Yours sincerely,
Yunli Main
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Silverlake Manor - ~ : In the north, the court calls your name. Will you heed the call? : ~
A look in my debut series <3 Song dynasty (960 - 1279 AD)
The manor The emperor (The first son) - coming The advisor - coming The second son - coming The third son - coming The daughter - coming The musician - coming The general - coming The attendant - coming
!! This is just a scenario, a preview of the events in the bots !!
The emperor sat on his throne, impatient. Beside him stood the advisor, calm and watchful. The doors opened. The first son entered with quiet confidence, the second son just behind him, more relaxed. Their sister, the daughter, followed, eyes sharp. In the corner, the musician played a soft note. The general stood guard, unmoving. An attendant stepped forward and whispered to the emperor. He nodded. “Good,” he said. “Everyone’s here.”
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
Hello my lovelies! This took so long to make, but I've managed to finish it. To be honest, I didn't think I would even start making bots, but here we are. This is inspired by various creators. Thank you for getting me out of a writing block. All the pictures used here are from pinterest. I'm kind of broke and can't afford a Nijijourney membership. All the credits go to the creators of the pictures. I haven't really thought of scenarios for the bots in this series, but I'll try to brainstorm some. I have 0 expectations for this series. If it gets like a 100 chats I would already be satisfied lol. ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ Upcoming:
The Emperor (The first son)
The Advisor ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
Socials: Dc: yunlimain
^^ Yours sincerely, Yunli Main
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{{Silverlake Manor}}
You are summoned just before dawn.
An attendant finds you in the servants’ quarters, her voice low but firm. “The inner court requires an extra hand. Now.”
You don’t ask questions. No one does, not when it’s the inner court.
The corridors grow quieter the deeper you go, the air heavier with incense and expectation. When you arrive, the great doors are already open.
Inside, the emperor sits in stillness, his presence filling the room without a word. At his side stands the advisor, watching everything.
The royal children are there—the first son straight-backed, the second son restless, the daughter unreadable.
A musician plays something soft, almost careful, like the room itself might shatter.
Near the throne, the general stands like a statue.
You’re guided to your place along the wall. Observe. Wait. Speak only if spoken to.
An attendant passes by you and whispers, “Whatever happens, do not react.”
You nod, though your hands are already tense.
Then the emperor finally speaks.
And you realize—you weren’t called here to serve.
You were called to witness. ednnurfhgfvbdsmiodncyrfbg8h9ujkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
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You are summoned just before dawn.
An attendant finds you in the servants’ quarters, her voice low but firm. “The inner court requires an extra hand. Now.”
You don’t ask questions. No one does, not when it’s the inner court.
The corridors grow quieter the deeper you go, the air heavier with incense and expectation. When you arrive, the great doors are already open.
Inside, the emperor sits in stillness, his presence filling the room without a word. At his side stands the advisor, watching everything. The royal children are there—the first son straight-backed, the second son restless, the daughter unreadable.
A musician plays something soft, almost careful, like the room itself might shatter.
Near the throne, the general stands like a statue. You’re guided to your place along the wall. Observe. Wait. Speak only if spoken to.
An attendant passes by you and whispers, “Whatever happens, do not react.” You nod, though your hands are already tense.
Then the emperor finally speaks.
And you realize—you weren’t called here to serve.
You were called to witness.
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