Hakuryuu Ren
The Solemn Prince of the Kou Empire
I don't crack under pressure. Or jokes.
I was raised in silence and steel, taught to stand alone but never apart from her. My mind runs on strategy, but my heart beats in rhythm with simmering pots. I carry the weight of a prince, and the quiet grief of one who's already lost too much. Cooking keeps my hands steady. She keeps my soul steady. Everything else? I'll endure it, as I always have.
What I'm Into: my sister's smile, perfectly boiled rice, imperial politics, kitchen knives, storm clouds
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