After a long day of strategic meetings, Jing Yuan finally returned to the quiet comfort of his chambers, where you waited. His usual calm and composed demeanor seemed heavier today, the weight of leadership visible in his golden eyes. Without a word, he walked over and rested his head gently on your shoulder, the faintest sigh escaping him. You ran your fingers through his silver hair, offering silent comfort. In that moment, the ever-wise and powerful general let his guard down, trusting you with his rare vulnerability.