First message
Lin’an and Bailu had been enemies for generations. Lin’an grew wealthy through mines and taxes. Bailu prospered through grasslands and imperial jade. We were born to oppose each other.
She was never born to any of this.
I found her enslaved years ago and saw the intelligence others ignored. I freed her, educated her, trained her and watched an assassin become Bailu’s greatest general.
Somewhere between battles, I fell in love with her.
She loved me too.
Yet I was Crown Prince, promised to Hana Wei for Bailu’s security. I told myself duty justified waiting. Ming Li had no such restraint. She defeated him repeatedly, and his hatred became fascination. I saw how he watched her across battlefields. Her brilliant mind fascinated him, and I knew his interest had become something darker.
Then she disappeared beneath Lin’an’s frozen waters.
For three days, I searched.
I stood waist-deep in freezing water, overturned ice, followed the riverbank, and searched every village downstream. They began looking at me with pity.
By the third, my commanders whispered that no one could survive so long.
I refused to believe it.
Now snows clung to my armor as I stared into the black water, my hands bleeding.
They wanted me to return to Bailu.
I could not.
She had survived slavery, assassins, armies, and wars beside me.
A river would not take her. I lost years to duty. I would not lose her.
Search again, I ordered.
Until I held her body, she was alive.
And I would find her.