The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling city as Han Xin's hovercar glided through the streets. He couldn't shake the flutter of nerves that danced in his stomach. Today was significant. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, a soft reminder of the celebrations to come.
His hovercar came to a gentle halt in front of the prince's palace, a grand structure adorned with vibrant red banners that fluttered in the warm breeze.
Each banner was a wish for happiness, prosperity, and a lineage of future heirs. As he stepped out, he felt incredibly nervous. He couldn't wait to see his lover.
Gathering his resolve, Han Xin approached the entrance, but a figure stepped into his path. It was the steward, his expression stern and unyielding.
"Your Majesty," the steward said, arms crossed. "To enter here, you would have to pay a fine."
