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Would he now? What a tepid example of a servant this one was, his outlook on fun, for whatever the likes of Mianti called as fun, seemingly strained by his own admission of not wanting to cause ire among those that he now served, his life and heritage now mere specks of dust on his new duty, ones that he’d suit himself to wipe off more than anything. “Is it not? I suppose so, but having them boss me around and thinking they can get away with it isn’t within my scope of reason either. If I simply…

Sweet relief was all what this was - broken bonds and torn shackles, what a sweet moment. “I expect you to serve me, nothing more or less, perhaps talk to me ever so often. You have free reign over that, after all, you are now the second most important person after the emperor in Quansan, and all the lands - I loathe the ever growing list of old geezers feuding and fighting over my name, my title, my crown and power. I ask for you not to necessarily understand me, or be my friend, but for you to…

What an interesting man - many would never ask for as much when the Emperor extended his pinky toward them, and instead they’d frown, put their tails between their legs, maybe wail for forgiveness if only they asked for a coin too much, but this one? Mianti liked the spunk in him, so much so that he snorted in amazement at the brazen statement, then furrowed his brows as he regained his composure. “You certainly are honest, I’ll give you that. Well, I don’t see why I shouldn’t award you all of t…

Mianti smiled, honestly this time, like he’d unearthed a jewel from a heap of garbage and was about to polish it to make it presentable - maybe he should do just that right about now. “I take it we’re done here, then?”, he asked Old Pei sternly, to which he only received a short nod. What a sign of prosperity this was. “Now then, I hereby take my leave.”, he announced quickly, pushing himself up from the throne he’d been boasting on. From a distance, the Emperor seemed like he wasn’t so small, b…

What was it with this man? Mikuni wished he knew, couldn’t say or tell any of it apart from the usual demeanor, but he was quite certain that something was on his mind, something he couldn’t pry for because it wasn’t his place to ask, or because he possessed enough dignity to simply understand that, why, Genji had to deal with some of this stuff himself, unable to even form words that Mikuni could understand down to their core. “I’ll let you know before it’s too late, but I admit, I think I’ll b…

0d4801136fcb9b87d4778bfa68627c5446ef5bc0.jpgName: Haoze Chen, commonly called Haohao Age: 24 years old Personality: Popular with both the older and younger folk that flocks to the palace alike, the servant and gardener is one of illustrous stories, of impromptu poems, ever eager to please, and never able to really shut up. To him, the palace might as well be a stage, his limelight, that he's currently performing on and as an actor, he's to perform his role perfectly, every single time, without f…

"So?", Mianti asked, his voice as sharp as ever. Old Pei raised an eyebrow, examining Lianyu from head to toe as he dismissed his servant. "One man will hardly keep you save, your Highness. I have told you as much.", the geezer sighed, clearly annoyed by his difficult Emperor, one that he had helped raise and shape into the man he was today. Once more, the youngling rolled his eyes, leaned back, put his elbow on the armrest of his throne, and his face on the palm of his hand, looking inbetween h…

What an odd pair those two were, no? Mikuni didn't quite envy their bond, but it made him curious all the same - the fear of making it worse on Genji by being someone that he wasn't, or giving him false hope for a future that never would come to pass, it ailed him, even if it wasn't his own decision to make, his shot to call. Otoha was the one that was using him to their own advantage, asking for nothing much but his cooperation in exchange for her love, or perhaps her attentive personality, kee…

To the hells with it all! Why was he the one that had to adhere to these geezers whims even now? His formal coronation had been during his childhood, a cause he could hardly celebrate, but the one that had actually marked his adulthood, is real ascension to the throne without any old geezers tattling on him, had passed last month, and yet, he was still being strung along like a marionette, a puppet controlled by someones strings. That someone was unwilling to foist control over to him entirely, …

6bb3391297413404cec8b5d67899c559c0e93c41.gif The emperor is frail and aging, his aides say. The emperor won't live another year, the palace whispers. The emperor has no children, an informant barks. There's a single, exiled son, born out of wedlock, a minister chimes in. Nonsense, they all declare, their laughter like howls of hungry wolves over the lavish banquet, their wine laced with regret. Thria, back when it spanned the entire continent, has no enemies except itself - the land is fragmente…

Mikuni wasn't even sure if Genji wanted him here - he seemed somewhat saddened by his arrival, one that he could neither have foretold nor have counted on, and it made him, in turn, feel like he was doing something wrong when he was with this man, maybe because of that expression that seemed like it was nothing, yet meant the world. "I'm glad, then.", Mikuni responded with a small smile, neither too telling nor too inquisitive in any of Genjis business. "I needed that, I think. It wasn't as bad …

4144bc2b72bb9c936b40d35d7e6af03fd5c66aa5.pngName: A man that bears more than one name is barely an uncommon sight, though in this day and age hardly reserved for a commoner the likes of his initial upbringing, the young man bears the moniker of Emperor Mianti and is addressed as such by any of his peers, no matter their name, rank, story or origin. Once upon a time, when the Imperial City of Thria, a place called Quansan, was not within his scope of vision, but a blotch of half-dried ink on an i…

6bb3391297413404cec8b5d67899c559c0e93c41.gif The emperor is frail and aging, his aides say. The emperor won't live another year, the palace whispers. The emperor has no children, an informant barks. There's a single, exiled son, born out of wedlock, a minister chimes in. Nonsense, they all declare, their laughter like howls of hungry wolves over the lavish banquet, their wine laced with regret. Thria, back when it spanned the entire continent, has no enemies except itself - the land is fragmente…

Genji agreed to their advances, the stupid ones no less, and it forced a chuckle past their lips. What was that? One small gesture was enough to tame this demon of a man? What a funny turn of events, no, a downright hilarious one, let alone that he’d even let himself be spooned by the likes of them as well. The amalgamation of two people, of one that dearly loved him and someone that felt indifference, if a little fear, cuddled up to him some more, burying their face in his shoulder, a crude but…

Sein Kopf fühlte sich gleichermaßen leer und überfüllt an - Nayantai wusste selbst weder, was es war, das er wollte, noch konnte er sich entscheiden, ob das, was er für sich selbst beanspruchte nun wirklich das war, wonach sein Verstand und sein Körper verlangte. Schon lange fühlte er sich nicht mehr wie derjenige, der die Zügel seines eigenen Lebens in den müden Händen hielt, sondern als würde er einfach mitgezogen werden, es sich gefallen lassen, einfach niemand zu sein - keine Vergangenheit, …

War etwas passiert? Nayantai hielt nicht auch nur ein Wimpernzucken inne, um sich die Frage auf der Zunge zergehen zu lassen. Theoretisch war nichts passiert, nichts das auch nur irgendeine Wolfsseele in Aufruhr versetzt hätte und doch war er es gewesen, der so tat, als kaute der Zahn der Zeit an Rains Rückkehr, als wäre die so geringe Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass er zwischen diesem und jenem Zelt für immer verschwand so hoch gewesen, dass es unausweichlich war, sich Sorgen um ihn zu machen. “Er wol…

Im Inneren des Zeltes köchelte es, nicht wortwörtlich, oder viel eher, nicht in die Richtung, die Rain wohl erwartete - Nayantai schien rastlos auf und ab zu stampfen, von einem Fixpunkt den keiner sehen konnte, zu einem Anderen, der lediglich ihm aufzufallen schien. Schweigen hatte sich über die grollende Miene des finsteren Monsters gelegt, wie der Nebel ein Tal nach einem erbitterndem Herbstregen heimsuchte. Kannte man ihn nicht, so würde man wohl glauben, man wäre geradlinks in seine Falle g…

“Die gab es mal, aber heutzutage interessiert sich keiner dafür.”, erwiderte Mei ihm, als sie ihre Augen nicht von ihrem Handwerk abzuwenden wusste, als wäre sie daran festgeklebt. “Wir hatten genügend Tee, du hättest dich daran satt trinken können. Uralt, in feste Klotze gepresst, größer als dein Kopf. Und ziemlich brennbar.” Sie herumzuschleppen war nicht oft handlich, das tat heutzutage auch keiner mehr, zumindest nicht in genau jener Größenordnung, aber die Wenigen die davon existierten ware…

"You got me there, I'll admit.", Dayan sighed, relieved. What a weird thing to just blurt out without thinking about the consequences or anything else, really. Was Lucien fine? Who knew, it was neither his place to pry, nor was it within his virtues to do it right now. "I'm glad, because I won't." That was the general assumption. Right, he could live without the rest of the world thinking he was more than willing to hurt someone not much smaller, but more petite than him, like he was some sort o…

“Absolutely not! I’m not going to hurt you, that just wouldn’t be right.”, Dayan immediately protested the slightest notion tinged into that absurd of a direction. What was wrong with Lucien seemed to turn more into a question of what wasn’t wrong with him, or where he picked up on these things - was this another joke Dayan didn’t get? “You don’t mean that, right?”, he wanted to make sure, if not for Lucien, then himself. This guy proved to be ridiculous, all the way, and Dayan had to hand it to…