I walk back into the courtyard, where the air is thick with the savory scent of noodles and the hum of satisfied nobles.
The Emperor and Empress are seated on their dais, watching the crowd with hawk-like intensity. As I approach, the Empress catches my eye and gives a sharp, subtle gesture for me to come to her.
I walk toward her, the weight of Kael's presence behind me providing a familiar sense of security. "Your Imperial Majesty," I say, dipping into a respectful bow.
She doesn't waste time on pleasantries. "A sudden announcement of a feast, then this... massive project," she begins, her voice like velvet wrapped around steel. "You are making far too many decisions… without the Empire's permission, Lady Cyrina."
