Possessive Protection (Republican Era)

Falsely accused and thrown in prison overnight, Shuo'er thought her whole life would be spent in the dirt, degraded and lowly.

The oil lamp flickered, its dim yellow light illuminating Shuo'er's ravaged, beautiful face, as well as the newcomer's pale, stern profile.

Shuo'er bit down on the newcomer's wrist. The taste of blood filled her mouth, both fishy and sweet.

She didn't know that her life, bitter as a monk's, would be sweet from that moment on.

Beautiful, well-proportioned prisoner X frail, sickly prison warden with a possessive streak