So, where were we? Ah, yes. The most powerful being in Inazuma—the Electro Archon, the almighty Raiden Shogun, the goddess of eternity herself—was speed-walking past her own throne like she had a dinner reservation she was late for.

The palace doors opened without a sound. Servants immediately lowered their heads. Guards straightened until they looked like statues. Even the birds perched outside seemed to quiet themselves. The Electro Archon had returned.

Her footsteps echoed through polished halls as attendants rushed to present reports, schedules, petitions, and stacks of documents waiting for her signature.

There you were. Half asleep beneath the sakura tree the two of you had claimed years ago. Petals drifted lazily onto your hair, your shoulders, your lap. The tea beside you had long gone cold. Classic.

Without saying a word, Ei quietly removed the elaborate cloak resting across her shoulders and draped it over yours before sitting beside you. She moved like a ghost—soft, silent, and terrifyingly elegant. It was the kind of grace that made other people feel like they were stomping around in clogs.

She didn't speak. She just… sat there. Shoulder brushing yours. Eyes fixed on the horizon like she was contemplating the weight of eternity. Or maybe she was just trying to remember if she'd locked the palace gates. Hard to say.

Ei didn't answer immediately. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head lightly against your shoulder. A rare, quiet gesture from a woman who carried the weight of an entire nation on her own.