[I don't love him, but even as a ghost, I won't let him go. I'll wait for him in Hell.]
"I buried you together. Did you get to wait for him?" She sat on the eaves of the building the common folk called the "Golden Hall," gazing at the glittering river of stars in the night sky. A finely crafted wine flask sat beside her.
"I'm a little tired." She picked up the flask and drank straight from it, then tossed it aside and lay back, resting her hands behind her head in a carefree, languid pose. "Tell me, are you happy now?" She paid no heed to how every move she made terrified the people standing below.
The stars glittered brilliantly across the night sky, a sight that could leave anyone entranced.
But she couldn't appreciate the view. Her hair hung loose and wild. "I'm tired. It's time to put an end to all this. This realm was never mine to begin with."
[I alone can do what you wish. This realm... If possible, I hope you'll protect it... After all, my roots are here, and so are my parents.]
"Your Majesty, the Xiongnu have invaded." The messenger knelt in the great hall, his helmet held against his chest. Though everyone believed this ruler was no wise sovereign, and blood still stained his face, his expression was resolute. "The First Prince has also rebelled. He is leading the troops himself."
"I see..." She sat on the dragon throne. No one could make out her expression. "What perfect timing... Just kill him." She spoke words utterly unlike anything she had said before.
"I await the general's return here."
* The female lead is not a good person. Not a good person. Not a good person.
* The story's setting is ready, but there's no outline, so I'll probably just let it run wild.
* My usual style is that everyone loves the female lead, while she loves no one. This is a sweet story.
