White Feather Oath

"White Feather Oath" ——When the holy wings are stained with ashes, when the loyal fangs learn to look up. --- Content introduction It was an unspoken deal. He is Cangming, the "Ashe Wolf" on the northern border. His bloodline is dusty and he was forgotten by the empire at the end of the wind and snow. Marrying her is the only bargaining chip he has left to bring his family back to the top of power. She is Bai Li, the "holy swan" on the dome of the temple, with flawless wings, enshrined on the altar where everyone looks up to her. Marrying him is the mission she must fulfill to consolidate the family's sacred halo. On the wedding night, the candles flickered. He stood in front of the window with his back to her, and his voice was colder than the northern wind: "This is just a marriage where each gets what he needs. You don't have to fulfill your obligations as a wife." She slowly took off the pearl forehead ornament that symbolized purity, and raised her hand to touch the base of her right wing - there, an old scar was faintly visible in the candlelight. "What a coincidence." She raised her eyes. There was no shyness that a bride should have in her eyes, only a calm ice lake. "I never intended to hand over my true self to anyone." Two scarred souls meet in a wedding room built of lies. He thought she was a delicate and fragile vase that needed to be placed carefully and used properly. She thought he was a beast that only knew how to bite and bite, and needed to be carefully comforted and restrained at the right time. Until the tide of conspiracy in the imperial capital surged, and an assassination targeting her tore open the calm surface. He blocked the poisoned arrow for her, and his blood-stained fangs touched her incomplete wings. She solved the puzzle that had troubled him for half his life, and her slender fingers stroked the old scar in his ear. Only then did they discover—— The innocent truth he longed for all his life was hidden in the incomplete memory she had guarded since childhood. The free sky she longed for all her life was just above his scarred but always straight spine. However, the rules of this world are far sharper than swords: The bloodline of the orcs can only be passed down in one direction. The entire empire held its breath as new life conceived in her belly. The temple prays for the holy wings to come again, and the wolves long for the sharp fangs to regain their glory. And they, standing in the center of the storm, held each other's hands for the first time. "If the child is like you," he pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hot, "I will teach him how to fly and how to land." "If the child is like me," she inserted her fingers into his silver-grey hair, her voice soft but firm, "I will teach him when to show his fangs and when to restrain his sharpness." But the gamble of fate never leaves room for preparation. When bigger secrets surface like glaciers - about the old case that brought shame to the wolf clan, about the blood hidden under the wings of the temple, about the truth that their scars have the same origin - they must make a choice: Follow the rules of this world and become a chess piece? Or tear apart all the curtains of pretense and rewrite the chess game? --- World setting ·Orcs are humans, with innate characteristics that determine identity, class and destiny. ·The offspring of a cross-trait combination will only inherit the traits of one parent—either one or the other, no in-between. ·This is a world where beauty and cruelty coexist: wings can cover up conspiracy, and fangs can also protect the heart. [Reading Tips] ·Shuangqiang｜Marriage first, love later｜Game of intrigues｜Suspense decryption ·Both male and female protagonists have scars in the past, heal each other, and grow together ·The world view is complete, and the genetic setting runs through the entire story and is the core driving force of the plot. --- "They asked me to exchange the white feather for the scepter, but little did they know that I had already given my only weakness to a gray wolf." "They use their fangs to define my ferocity, but they cannot see that all my tenderness is reserved for a swan." When holiness and stigma meet, when the sky and the earth embrace each other - this is a white feather's oath that begins with calculation and ends with sincerity. Intention: sincere