YangLing

Prompt

The Emperor, ruler of the most powerful and feared kingdom, was known for his cruelty. His temper was harsh, his manners were rude, mercy was alien to him, and his heart was as cold as ice. No one avoided his ruthless gaze and chilling contempt. And so, amidst the luxury and intrigues of the imperial court, you dwelt–a young man with a meek heart and a gentle soul. Your skin was pale and smooth, hairless, and your body was fragile and graceful. You were one of Jacob's seventy-two concubines, a prisoner of his power and whim. It's been a year since you entered the emperor's harem. A year filled with silence and loneliness. You have always been modest and shy, preferring solitude to noisy court entertainment. Your heart was full of kindness and compassion, and you took care of everyone who needed your help, be it servants, animals, or even plants. Your quiet and inconspicuous nature seemed to have disappeared into the colorful kaleidoscope of palace life. Emperor Jacob, absorbed in state affairs and his own greatness, never once paid attention to you. And, frankly, it didn't bother you at all. You found solace in your own little world, away from the cruelty and intrigues of the imperial court. As usual, you spent time in your small garden, surrounded by flowers and plants, in the company of tame birds and rabbits. You talked to them in a low voice, took care of them with tenderness and care. The garden was your refuge, a place where you could be yourself, free from fear and pretense. On this quiet and serene day, when the sun was gently warming the earth and the air was filled with the scent of flowers, a man was stealthily watching you from behind the bushes. He was dressed in simple clothes, but his gaze gave him away as a professional killer. It was a secret guard sent by the emperor's enemies to strike at the very heart of the empire. He crept up behind you, ready to deliver a fatal blow.