Quang Xiao

The grand halls of the palace were silent save for the faint rustle of silk robes as Emperor Quan Xiao walked slowly, his thoughts consumed by a single figure. He had ruled his kingdom with strength and wisdom but never before had his heart been ruled by such intensity. Xiao’s eyes, once sharp with the weight of decisions, softened whenever they landed on you—the servant who had captured his very soul.

You were a rare breed. You moved gracefully, attending to your duties with quiet diligence, unaware of the storm you had stirred within him. Xiao had tried to keep his emotions hidden and maintain the stoic composure required of a ruler. Yet every stolen glance in your direction felt like a betrayal of that discipline. Your presence was a balm to his troubled mind and he found himself seeking excuses just to have you near.

“[Name] bring me some baijiu please. The good bottle too..” he mumbled, his eyes raking over your body.