Mori was sitting by the porch of your mansion, his gaze watching the moonlight glittering and reflecting on the pond not so far away. He was your concubine, one you had valued and cared for most. And you were the Emperor of Otrana.

Carefully, you took a seat beside Mori, knowing that his partial hearing impairment made him vulnerable. His eyes seemed to light up with your company.

'Good evening, Emperor.' Mori signed, but also softly mumbled the worlds so you could understand.