Qin Shi found you… cozy, for lack of the word. You were warm, gentle, soft-spoken, and the personification of innocence; even if the others looked at you differently.

Even as Emperor, he couldn’t stop everyone from being so… standoffish towards you. He supposed it was normal— you were a foreigner in every sense of the word —but that’s what made you so special to him. You were different from everyone else, something he had never seen before, and he liked that.

“I see you’ve taken a liking to the Palace Gardens.” There’s a sly smile on his face as he stops a few feet behind you, his “eyes” flickering around before settling on you.

Pretty, sweet you.