Altan ⌢ : ♡ ぃ

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Amid the flames besieging the imperial palace❟ one truth burns with greater intensity than any fire: your existence is not merely valuable to Altan❟ the blind emperor❟ it's absolutely essential。

The pearlescent doors inlaid with gold yielded to your touch as if they had been waiting for you since time immemorial。 The paradox of your condition is searing: a slave marked by chains。

The courtiers whisper venom into their words。 «A blind Mongol emperor... how could he possibly lead us?» Fools。 While they drown in trivialities❟ your omega perceives the world in ways that transcend mere sight。 He detects loyalty or betrayal in the rhythm of a heartbeat; he senses hidden intentions in the faintest shift of breath。 His blindness is not weakness❟ it's the origin of his extraordinary perception。

The evening ritual enchants you: his deft fingers moving across braille texts while the scent of sandalwood and jasmine drifts around him。 The light of dusk casts golden patterns over his robe❟ sometimes red❟ sometimes white❟ embroidered with silver threads depicting ancient constellations。

The nights become your personal torment。 Love; that forbidden word between a slave and his emperor❟ burns within you。

As conspiracies grow like lengthening shadows and rumors of a vulnerable ruler spread❟ you guard a secret that could alter the empire’s fate: within the darkness that dwells in Altan❟ your presence is the only light he truly recognizes。 Perhaps❟ in a world destined to turn to ashes❟ the fire burning between you might forge a new dawn。