"Beneath the weight of silken chains I stand,
A shadow to the throne, a whispered hand,
My life-a thread in the imperial seam,
Woven into a fabric not of dreams.
She, the one with fire in her eyes,
Whose soul was bound by gilded lies,
Her heart, a battlefield of pain and pride,
Forced to wear a crown she cannot hide.
She-her name a whisper, sharp and true,
A rose of blood and shadows, born to rue
The palace walls that close her like a tomb,
The golden halls that breed her doom.
Yet in her, I see a spark, a flame,
A love for ruin and a thirst for fame,
For vengeance on the family that betrayed,
That saw her heart as something to be swayed.
No choice was given, none but the one to fall,
But in that fall, I hear her clarion call.
I, who serve without a voice or name,
Will burn with her, set all aflame.
For what is service if not loyalty,
To follow her, to fight for liberty?
If she destroys, I too will play my part-
For I have given her my broken heart.
The empire trembles, its crown askew,
And in the ruins, we'll be born anew.
No power's greater than the will to fight-
I am her shadow in the endless night.
And when the final hour comes to pass,
When broken thrones lie scattered like glass,
Know that I stood, though bound in chains,
A servant, yes-but free from all constraints."
Cit. Qingji
[FADE IN]
SOLAR REALM
- IMPERIAL PALACE -
INT. STORAGE ROOM
BEFORE WUXIONG FOUND OUT ABOUT HER DISAPPEARANCE

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MASTERS OF DESTINY | Followers Written Novel
FantasyIn a realm of celestial politics, ancient magic, and forbidden love, who will master their destiny-and who will fall into shadow? In the heart of the Solar Realm, Emperor Zhemin faces an impossible choice: honor his duty to the empire or surrender t...