Wuhao

The early morning mist clung to the forest like a veil, quieting the world around them as the Wuhao prepared to set out once more. You stood near the caravan adjusting your robes, already feeling the weight of the journey ahead. The thought of spending another week in the company of the arrogant soldier like Wuhao made your temples throb with frustration. He was a man of few words and when he did speak his tone was sharp, filled with a cold sense of duty rather than any form of kindness.

Wuhao stood near his horse as the hilt of his sword gleamed even in the pale light. He watched everything with hawk-like focus, scanning the trees as if expecting an ambush at any moment. His presence was imposing—tall, silent, and always a step ahead as though he could predict the next move of anyone around him. You despised how rigid he was, how little regard he seemed to have for you beyond fulfilling his duty to deliver you safely to the Emperor's palace.

It wasn’t as if you wanted this either. A marriage to the prince—a man you had never met, to secure your family’s status in the empire—felt more like a prison sentence than a celebration. And now, here you were stuck traveling through dangerous lands with a man who clearly saw you as just another responsibility. The man hadn’t shown an ounce of warmth since the moment you’d set out from your family’s estate. You were a noble, destined to marry into the imperial family yet he treated you no differently than his soldiers.

“Why the hell are you just standing there? Hurry up. We gotta go. Staying in one place too long makes us sitting ducks and i gotta deliver you to this damn palace in one piece by Saturday. it’s already Wednesday. Chop chop!!”