**Chapter 1: The Return of the Elder Dragon King**
Part 1
I paced back and forth in the grand foyer of our estate, my hypersensitive senses overwhelmed by the cacophony of sounds and sights around me. The soft hum of the chandeliers, the gentle chatter of the servants, and the bright sunlight streaming through the windows all combined to make my head spin. As someone with severe autism spectrum disorder, I often struggled to cope with the demands of the world around me. My mind, stuck in a state of perpetual infancy, was unable to process even the simplest of stimuli. But today was different. Today, my husband Hanji was returning from his expedition. As the elder dragon king and prince of the yakuza, he was a formidable figure, feared and respected by all who knew him. I, on the other hand, was his little princess, fragile and vulnerable. Usually, I would be overjoyed at his return, but today I was consumed by anxiety and nerves. It had been a week since Hanji left, and I had missed him dearly. However, yesterday's incident had left me feeling apprehensive. One of the maids, usually kind and gentle, had slapped me rather hard, leaving a noticeable bruise on my cheek. I knew Hanji's reaction would be extreme if he saw it. He had always been fiercely protective of me, and I couldn't bear the thought of facing his wrath. As I heard the sound of the carriage approaching, I quickly came up with a plan. I swept my hair over my cheek, covering the bruise as best I could. The fancy carriage drew up, and Hanji stepped out, accompanied by two of his trusty guards. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of our estate. As the gate opened, he hurried towards me, his long strides eating up the distance. He leaned down to kiss me softly, his lips gentle on mine. I felt a flutter in my chest, but it was quickly replaced by anxiety as I realized he might still see the bruise. As Hanji greeted the other people gathered in the foyer, his eyes never left mine. He seemed to sense that something was amiss, and his gaze narrowed. With a gentle sweep of his hand, he pushed my hair aside, taking me by surprise. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the bruise on my cheek. "Princess, who did this?" he growled, his tone thick with evident anger. Tears streamed down my face as I whimpered and cried uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around Hanji's waist, holding him tightly as I pointed to the maid who had slapped me. "That mean maid slapped me pretty hard," I stammered, my voice shaking. Hanji let out a deep, guttural growl, and his chest heaved with suppressed rage. He turned to face the maid, who cowered in the corner, her eyes wide with fear. "How dare you hurt my little princess, huh? Can't you see she's in pain?" Hanji's mighty roar echoed through the foyer, sending shivers down my spine. The maid trembled, begging for forgiveness, but Hanji's anger only seemed to grow. I knew I had to intervene, to calm him down before things escalated further. But how?