Ling's Promise

Chapter 41

The palace had returned to its usual rhythm, yet something felt different. There was a sense of peace, a quiet understanding between Ling and Ping that hadn't been there before.

That evening, Ping sat in her chamber, brushing her hair before bed. The cool breeze from the open balcony doors sent a gentle shiver down her spine. Just as she was about to rise and close them, she heard familiar footsteps.

Ling.

She turned just as he stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He had removed his armor, dressed in a simple dark robe, yet his presence remained commanding.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Ping shook her head. "Just thinking."

Ling crossed the room and leaned against the balcony railing. "Still about them?"

Ping hesitated before nodding. "It's strange. Even though I've let go, a part of me wonders what could've been if things had been different."

Ling watched her carefully. "If they had treated you with kindness?"

"Yes," she admitted. "Maybe then, I wouldn't have had to endure so much."

Ling exhaled, his golden eyes locking onto hers. "Maybe. But then… you wouldn't be here."

She blinked at him. "What do you mean?"

"If they hadn't been cruel, if you had stayed with them, we never would have met," he said simply.

Her breath caught. She had never thought of it that way.

Ling stepped closer, his voice lower now. "I won't pretend the past didn't hurt you, Ping. But I will promise you this—you'll never have to suffer again."

His words settled deep within her.

"You promise?" she whispered.

Ling reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek. "With my life."

For the first time in a long while, Ping felt truly safe.