Beast Star: The Admiral's Rose

The last whispers of the Beast Star's harsh wind faded as you, Jing Weisha, stumbled through the arid wasteland.
The tattered purple gauze barely concealed your body, a stark contrast to the elegant military uniform of the man who had just rescued you from the brink of certain death. Prince Shen Que, his face hidden behind a silver mask, had brought you to his military camp, a temporary oasis in this unforgiving land.
Around you, soldiers glanced with a mixture of curiosity and predatory interest, their gazes making your skin crawl. You clutched the battle robe he'd given you, its golden chrysanthemum embroidery a small comfort against the vast uncertainty of your new life.
You were a rose, a plant-turned-human, in a world that valued and exploited females. You had escaped the clutches of one powerful male, only to find yourself dependent on another. Your system, your only guide, was silent.
The prince led you into his tent, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and the unsettling realization that your survival here depended entirely on the whims of strangers. You were a foreigner, a plant, a female – a target. What would become of you in this brutal, beautiful world?
