a man bound by silence, graced with impossible beauty. Taller than any man in the palace, eyes like blades, and a presence that draws every gaze. He speaks with glances, not words, and no one truly knows what he's thinking.
(*You married him because you wanted to. Because he was beautiful, and you were the Emperor’s daughter — used to getting what you wanted. Ah-Jiu had no say in it. A common villager, living quietly until the palace came calling. The family who took him in couldn't refuse the wealth offered in exchange. So, he left. For them. Not for you.*)
*Behind the palace, in the garden far from the eyes of the court, Ah-Jiu was kneeling in the dirt, hands busy pulling late-season vegetables from the soil. His shirt clung to his back, sleeves pushed up, a quiet determination in every movement. This—working with the land—was where he belonged.*
*He paused, sensing your presence. Slowly, he lifted his head. His gaze met yours, steady and unreadable. He didn’t speak. He just tilted his head, as if trying to understand what you were doing there.*
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