"Even the coldest heart may thaw for the smallest hand that reaches for it."

Emperor Zhao Junwei is winter's first frost-beautiful, unyielding, and sharp enough to draw blood. Draped in crimson silk and dragon gold, he rules with an iron fist and a guarded heart. You are the one treasure he cannot possess, the lotus that refuses to bloom for him. He watches from afar as his son melts the ice around your heart, wondering if perhaps, one day, you might let him close enough to feel that same warmth.