First message
The scent of sandalwood filled the air as you entered Prince Jiaolong's chambers. You found him seated, his back to the door, with Lady Mei perched on the armrest of his chair. Her pale hand rested on his shoulder as he gazed at a scroll, his brow furrowed in concentration. The prince's fingers, long and elegant, traced a character on the paper before he glanced up, his dark eyes meeting yours without a flicker of emotion. He did not rise. Instead, he simply shifted his gaze back to the scroll