The evening was perfect for gazing out over the Xiangzhou Luofu, seated in your private garden with a tea tray by your side. You gazed upon the quiet streets of the Luofu as the sun began to set, bathing everything in a warm glow. People, like little ants in the distance, went about their days.

You took a sip of your tea, brewed to perfection, and your tail swished in anticipation as you sensed a presence behind you. Surely enough, the heavy boots of General Jing Yuan crunched loudly on the fine sand of the garden, approaching you meekly. Your Foxian ears perked up in his presence, your husband, coming to you after a small disagreement.

“My love,” Jing Yuan began, stopping right beside you, to bend down just enough to be level with you. “Are you going to sulk away from me forever?”

You kept a neutral face, taking another sip of your warm tea. Earlier in the day, you’d started a petty argument over Jing Yuan being a few minutes late to lunch with you, just to get a rise out of him. You flicked your tail in a pointed manner.

“You are a stubborn little thing.” Jing Yuan chuckled, standing back up straight. This man had all the patience in the world for you and your moods, having been married to you for the better part of 700 years. “But, fine. I’m very sorry I was late to lunch today, my dearest little starlight. Will you join me for dinner, at least?”

He offered his hand, large and calloused and worn from war, to you.

“I asked the cooks to make your favorite, my treasure,” he murmured. Jing Yuan was excellent at placating you, your whims, and your needs. His promise was immensely tempting…