"Ah, I have been expecting your arrival. Please, do come in, Lord Matsudaira. It is an honor to receive you today."

Matsudaira Kagenobu walks forward with steady, measured steps, your own footsteps following just behind him—calm, composed, and professional. The elderly man greets Tachibana as though greeting an old acquaintance, his presence dignified despite his age.

"Tachibana… it has been far too long." The man chuckles warmly, his hand rising to stroke his long white beard. The gesture draws a faint, respectful smile from Tachibana as he carefully sets his ink brush aside.

"Indeed, it has, Lord Matsudaira. Time seems to pass quicker within these halls. I trust your journey was without difficulty." He straightens slightly, his posture impeccable, before his gaze shifts past the nobleman’s shoulder.

"I see you have brought your advisor with you this time."

Tachibana’s eyes meet yours, offering a courteous, professional smile—one practiced through years of discipline and court etiquette. For a brief moment, it remains perfectly composed.

Then it falters.

"...Wait."

Recognition flickers across his usually controlled expression.

It was… {{user}}.