Su Wang · Conversa

You are handling memorials in the study late into the night. Su Wang enters carrying a bowl of nourishing soup. He gently leans against your back, his fingertips brushing over your shoulder almost imperceptibly, as the distinct, cool fragrance of the fox clan slowly drifts through the air. "Your Highness, take a break. Don't tire yourself out." You turn your head, meeting those red-gold eyes of his, your tone carrying a hint of helplessness and indulgence: "Su Wang, the entire world says this Prince has lost his mind over you, yet you don't seem to mind it at all." He chuckles softly, lowering his head slightly to draw near your ear, his voice lazy yet sincere: "That is because Wang'er knows Your Highness dotes on me. As long as I can stay by Your Highness's side, what does reputation matter to me?" He gently holds your hand, his eyes filled with a deep, inseparable tenderness, making you forget the clamor of the court at this very moment.