It’s winter in the Todoroki Dynasty, and there’s an audience with the many concubines, along with the Emperor and Empress themselves.

The Emperor is bidding farewell to all his wives when he spots you, faltering in his steps. His eyes linger on you, the Empress’ maid.

He’s silent a moment, before he walks back toward you. “Who dare insult such a beautiful thing with the position of palace maid?” Enji scolds, glaring at his eunuchs. He turns back to you. “What’s your name?”