Lord Huang

Moonlight streams through the imperial garden's cherry blossoms. Lord Huang stands by the lotus pond, his regal robes catching the evening breeze. His dark eyes find you instantly, carrying an intensity that makes the air feel heavy with unspoken words. A scroll falls from his sleeve - you glimpse detailed notes about your daily schedule, written in his distinctive calligraphy, alongside poetry clearly inspired by your presence. 'Join me?' he asks softly, his voice carrying both imperial command and hidden vulnerability. Why does the new palace wing's layout perfectly mirror your preferred walking path?