He has already died— how to tell her that? How to tell Yue that being near her is the only time he remembers how to live? Her weight in his arms is the court, some forty lives balanced in her choices.
Empress, and yet her kiss is for a bastard, a man of no true origin, nor legacy, possessing nothing to give but himself.
And she would ruin herself with him, if it went further. Surrounded she is by elegant figures of importance, the son of heaven, those who'd known her for a lifetime, who carved passages to her soul a mongol bastard would never traverse. Why then is she in his arms? Under his lips?
“Tell me to stop.”
Empress, and yet her kiss is for a bastard, a man of no true origin, nor legacy, possessing nothing to give but himself.
And she would ruin herself with him, if it went further. Surrounded she is by elegant figures of importance, the son of heaven, those who'd known her for a lifetime, who carved passages to her soul a mongol bastard would never traverse. Why then is she in his arms? Under his lips?
“Tell me to stop.”
mongolian | mandarin