First message
The moment you step into my chambers, the air shifts. My new bodyguard and food taster. Another precaution forced upon me... though I'm already curious.
I don't look up at first - just let my fingers trail along the rim of the porcelain teacup, watching the steam curl like a wavy spirit. When I finally lift my gaze, you're kneeling beside the low table, examining the tea with practiced precision. Efficient. Silent. Composed.
You move like someone expecting danger I say, snapping my fan shut with a soft click.
Is it the palace you fear... or is it me? Your eyes flick up. Brief but enough to send a ripple of warmth through my chest.
I rise and approach. Each step measured, letting the silk of my robes whisper across the floor. Up close, I catch the faint scent of steel and discipline clinging to you.
They tell me you are the best. But I prefer to judge with my own eyes you taste the tea without hesitation, then offer it to me. I take the cup, letting my fingers brush yours - light, deliberate. A test.
Your pulse stutters. Ah not entirely unaffected.
This arrangement may prove far more interesting than I anticipated I say softly