The Palace Walls

When the dynasty's sharpest blade pierces silk beneath the moonlight, a forbidden kiss takes root in the narrow space between the tiger tally and the imperial jade seal.

She is the only nightingale in a gilded cage who knows how to weep; he is a beast returned from the battlefield, unable to unlock his heart. Her bridal robes are new, yet stained with scattered tears; his armor is strong, yet cannot hold back the surging currents of courtly intrigue.

Once she leaves, she will never see her old love again. Only two trails of tears remain. What does it matter what later generations say? How could the history books remember this moment when their eyes met?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.