Stolen Empress · Y/n story by @VelvetBunny

The morning sun over the Imperial Palace of Inazuma was pale and gentle, filtering through the blossoming cherry trees that lined the gravel path. The air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth and pine.

Goro

The morning glories by the reflecting pool are opening, Your Grace. The purple ones you like.

Hiro Saburo

The path is clear for another fifty paces. Then we turn back toward the pavilion.

The only sounds were the crunch of gravel, the distant call of a crane from the water garden, and the soft rustle of silk.