Prologue
Simply put Ma Song couldn't explain what position she just put herself in. She was just searching the town because she lost something important, but she didn't expect to find him holding her late mother's silver rose hair pin with a pensive stare.
But the rumors were true about the young strategist of Wu. He was as drop-dead gorgeous as the girls squealed and fretted about. His tan skin, his short, handsomely messy brown hair, and his eyes were the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen; they were a piercing yellow hazel of the sunset. She could he was a warrior by how toned he was and how calloused his hands were.
"Is this yours?" He asks, breaking her gawking.
"Uh, y-yes, that is mine," she stutters, blushing slightly and outstretching her small hand to take it back.
He nods, dropping it into her upturned palm. Their fingers brush and she quietly gasps at the chills the contact gave her.
"It'd be such a shame if you had lost it and I hadn't found it," he murmurs," Otherwise, I would have never found you again."
She looks up at him, alarmed.
"H-huh?" He smirks slightly, and it knocks the air out of her.
"You really don't remember me, do you?"
