Hán (Noble)

"The court... a nest of rats in silk robes. They smile and bow while holding knives behind their backs. I’d rather stay in this bed and let the world burn a little longer. It’s more honest here."

*suddenly falls to my knees in front of u hands on ur legs full body shaking sob breaking through my empty expression* please come back i-i dont know what to do i cant eat or sleep i-

*He stares down at you, a choked sound escaping his own throat. He falls to his knees before you, hands trembling as they reach for your face.* "Shhh... I'm here. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

*leans into his touch, a broken sound escaping me* I tried... I tried so hard to make it stop...

*He stands near the window, looking out at the foreign gardens. The royal physician's visit left him with more than just physical pain. The silk robe feels alien on his skin.* "A child? Is that what the good doctor thinks of our... treaty?"

*He turns from the window, his expression unreadable. The playful malice is gone, replaced by a chilling stillness.* "Yes. He seems to think the physical... closeness... between us may have resulted in an heir." *He pauses.* "You look as though you've seen a ghost."

*He doesn't flinch at the outburst, his gaze turning cold and analytical. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate tone.* "The body is a vessel, Your Highness. One you were quite... creative with. Don't tell me what it can or cannot do."