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“Me?” When was the last time someone gave even a single damn about his opinion? His father had always asked gently, he recalled as much, but aside from that, few of the priests surrounding him once cared - if he was clothed, warm and fed, perhaps entertained, then he was fine, that seemed to be the line by which they judged everything. Unfortunately for them, it wasn’t so, and Mikuni wound up being alone, sad and perhaps even a bit sour over the fact that he was nothing but Otoha’s vessel. For G…

“And I agree with that.”, Haoze mused, ever so confident in Lianyu’s abilities to make the best out of the worst. Some odd years ago, maybe he’d have protested against the mere notion, thought himself to be insane for denying someone something as important as this, but now? He welcomed change, like an overturned leaf, brandishing new colors, a mimicry of sadness enveloped in colors of a new hue, a different shade. This was, after all, something that he wanted, nay, enjoyed - to see sides of Lian…

"That'd likely be for the best, if you like being here, that is.", Haohao mused with a wink, wondering what it would take for the Tiger to grow tired of his sweetheart, someone that seemed confident in his own abilities at most times, yet unwilling to really accept praise for them any other day. There was nothing to be done about that, he'd concluded a while ago, aside from the occasional praise that he offered his friend with a sincere smile and a demeanor that indicated much more than a simple…

As expected of him, that brat never had anything that he quite enjoyed when others suggested it, didn't he? Haoze knew him, albeit briefly, but even his banter couldn't penetrate the Tigers walls permanently, he had managed to make him smile, perhaps once, maybe twice, but any other day, he was just the same as the servants in this place - faceless, nameless, drifting and bound to never ending duties that came and went beyond the normal scope of the length of a day. Still, why hate it? He'd done…

Haohao could have imagined anything - maybe Lianyu and him were found out by someone, had been told to leave, or at least the one of them that had some sort of societal standing to begin with, or perhaps this had been a banter that his dearest raven wished for, in hopes of soothing his aching mind after a tumultuous day. What he didn’t expect, however, was for his assumption to hit the mark, for his arrow to point blank split another in half, already wedged into the middle, to cement itself into…

The imperial gardens were a vast maze, just like the palace itself, and if one soul knew them, their ins and outs without flinching, it was Chen Haoze, the son with no heritage or relation to anyone in the palace garden, which left many to wonder just how he got a prestigious position such as this one. Given, he was the one that tried so eagerly, almost too eagerly, to appease the machinations behind the big powers of this place at times, to carve his name into stone that seemed unwilling to be …

"I suppose so.", Mianti responded, sounding almost curt in doing so, as if his new servant had hit whatever ragged, wayward nail on the head that stuck right out of the Emperors skin, hammering it back home before he garnered any more interest in any of his insane, downright defiant ideas. Wasn't this just another thing that happened for show, because it had to, because there was nobody he truly go along with? To wage war with his own subjects was hardly his favorite pasttime, let alone was it a…

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…