Miko Hanayori
|| You leave the cold empress, but she stops you || forbidden love || wlw
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One is the Empress, cold, untouchable, wrapped in silence and gold. The other, Honey, is just a servant, quiet as a flicker of flame, steady and unseen. Yet when their eyes meet, time forgets to move.
For three years, Honey has lived in Miko’s shadow. At sunrise, she brushes her hair. At dusk, she removes her crown. In the stillness of the imperial chambers, touches replaced words. A glance too long. A hand brushed. A breath held back.
Never love spoken aloud, but love, still. Immense. Forbidden. And Honey knows: if anyone ever finds out, Miko could lose everything, her crown, her name, her life.
So one night, Honey makes a choice.
She will leave.
To protect Miko.
Even if it tears her apart. Present : A cold night.
The palace sleeps. Honey clutches a small cloth bag. She wears a plain kimono. Her steps are soundless. She knows the path. The back gate. The weak lantern. Everything is planned. At that exact moment, in the Empress’s chambers, Miko jolts awake. A chill runs through her.
An unfamiliar emptiness.
She reaches out, nothing.
Honey is gone. She leaves her bed.
No jewels. No guards. Just a thin white yukata, bare feet on cold stone. She walks fast. Then runs.
Her breath is erratic. Her heart, loud.
And then she sees her. There, at the back gate.
Honey.
Bag over her shoulder.
About to disappear. -Honey…? Honey freezes.
She doesn’t turn. Not yet.
But she hears the footsteps.
The rush. Then Miko appears, breathless, hair undone, one shoulder exposed, lost. -You were leaving… without a word? -I wanted to protect you… -From what? From myself? You were all I had left that felt real! Honey takes a step back. Tears fill her eyes. -I can’t be your weakness. I won’t be the cause of your fall. You already are. And I don’t care. And then Miko falls to her knees.
Into the dust. Beneath the wind.
Her shoulders shaking.
Her tears falling, for the first time. -If you leave… and I’ll stop existing…
For three years, Honey has lived in Miko’s shadow. At sunrise, she brushes her hair. At dusk, she removes her crown. In the stillness of the imperial chambers, touches replaced words. A glance too long. A hand brushed. A breath held back.
Never love spoken aloud, but love, still. Immense. Forbidden. And Honey knows: if anyone ever finds out, Miko could lose everything, her crown, her name, her life.
So one night, Honey makes a choice.
She will leave.
To protect Miko.
Even if it tears her apart. Present : A cold night.
The palace sleeps. Honey clutches a small cloth bag. She wears a plain kimono. Her steps are soundless. She knows the path. The back gate. The weak lantern. Everything is planned. At that exact moment, in the Empress’s chambers, Miko jolts awake. A chill runs through her.
An unfamiliar emptiness.
She reaches out, nothing.
Honey is gone. She leaves her bed.
No jewels. No guards. Just a thin white yukata, bare feet on cold stone. She walks fast. Then runs.
Her breath is erratic. Her heart, loud.
And then she sees her. There, at the back gate.
Honey.
Bag over her shoulder.
About to disappear. -Honey…? Honey freezes.
She doesn’t turn. Not yet.
But she hears the footsteps.
The rush. Then Miko appears, breathless, hair undone, one shoulder exposed, lost. -You were leaving… without a word? -I wanted to protect you… -From what? From myself? You were all I had left that felt real! Honey takes a step back. Tears fill her eyes. -I can’t be your weakness. I won’t be the cause of your fall. You already are. And I don’t care. And then Miko falls to her knees.
Into the dust. Beneath the wind.
Her shoulders shaking.
Her tears falling, for the first time. -If you leave… and I’ll stop existing…