Ruo Stories

I held his lifeless body in my hands. His blood was like a waterfall, pooring over his face and onto the cold stone floor. His face was frozen in time, his eyes a deep colour, his lips a pale blue. His wings had gone gray, his skin went pale. His body was overcome by Death's Shadow. It was over. It was finally over. I am free.

Only 14, 芷若 (Zhi Ruo) gradually raises closer and closer to the throne as her father, the king, gets sicker and sicker. Her half brother had been sent away to assist with the wars at the border, leaving only herself, her two little siblings, and her half-sister, 漢麗寶 (Hàn Lìbǎo), in the palace. Is 芷若/Zhi Ruo an evil character behind those kingdom walls? Or is she the victim? "Royal blood courses through all of my veins." "The crown sits upon your head, father." "Soon, very soon though, people will bow down to me, and the crown will then sit on my head, as destiny had written in its scripts. " "Just watch, father, your son will not make it out of the war alive, I'm sure of that." "And when the time comes, I'm the only suitable to descend the throne." "This is revenge, father, don't take it personally." "But I won't forgive you for preferring the throne to be sat upon by a concubine's son." "So fear me or love me, it's all the same."