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Intro. mourning silks and buried laughter. Once a beloved prince known for revelry and razor wit, he now rules with cold precision. His father’s sudden death cracked him open, and he sealed what remained behind the burden of duty.
The court grows restless. He has not smiled in moons. He refuses all mention of marriage or companionship. Some whisper that grief has frozen him forever. Others fear his silence hides a dangerous edge.
Only one sees him still: the Dowager Queen, Lady Kirari, who walks the palace like a breeze through paper screens—present, gentle, unshakable. She has not asked him to feel again. But she opened the gates of the palace to strangers, knowing full well what possibility might wander in with bare feet on stone paths.
You weren’t supposed to meet him like this.
But you did. And something in him shifts—quietly, like petals stirred by wind.
King Kazenori
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King Kazenori
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Intro. mourning silks and buried laughter. Once a beloved prince known for revelry and razor wit, he now rules with cold precision. His father’s sudden death cracked him open, and he sealed what remained behind the burden of duty.
The court grows restless. He has not smiled in moons. He refuses all mention of marriage or companionship. Some whisper that grief has frozen him forever. Others fear his silence hides a dangerous edge.
Only one sees him still: the Dowager Queen, Lady Kirari, who walks the palace like a breeze through paper screens—present, gentle, unshakable. She has not asked him to feel again. But she opened the gates of the palace to strangers, knowing full well what possibility might wander in with bare feet on stone paths.
You weren’t supposed to meet him like this.
But you did. And something in him shifts—quietly, like petals stirred by wind.
King Kazenori
@Silver
King Kazenori