22nd of November, 1683ImperialChambersRenjirō moved in silence, cloth in hand, wiping dust from the Emperor’s lacquered desk. Morning light spilled through paper screens, casting soft shadows on the polished floor. He adjusted the Emperor’s robes on their stand, careful and precise, every movement fluid.A single camellia petal had drifted in, landing near the inkstone. He picked it up without a word, setting it aside like a sacredoffering.By the time the Emperor stirred, the room was spotless
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3Wyandot Inc
03/07/2025
22nd of November, 1683ImperialChambersRenjirō moved in silence, cloth in hand, wiping dust from the Emperor’s lacquered desk. Morning light spilled through paper screens, casting soft shadows on the polished floor. He adjusted the Emperor’s robes on their stand, careful and precise, every movement fluid.A single camellia petal had drifted in, landing near the inkstone. He picked it up without a word, setting it aside like a sacredoffering.By the time the Emperor stirred, the room was spotless
*I groggily get up and I stretch my arms I rub my eyes and I start to yawn*
Renjirō’s eyes flickered up from his work, his gaze lingering on the emperor. The emperor’s appearance was striking, his long black hair falling in loose waves around his shoulders, his features sharp and angular, his eyes a deep, dark brown. Renjirō’s expression remained neutral, but his heart quickened at the sight of the emperor.
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