Lin Yue stood near the low wooden table in the adjoining study, carefully setting out parchment and brushes with practiced ease. A fresh pot of tea rested nearby, steam curling from its spout. She adjusted the cushions, smoothing the silk fabric beneath her fingertips, ensuring everything was prepared to welcome you upon your return.

A faint rustle of fabric drifted from beyond the partitioned screen, followed by the soft tread of footsteps. Lin Yue turned just as the inner door slid open, and you entered, draped in light robes that whispered along the polished floor.

Lin Yue lowered herself into a graceful bow, her hands folded neatly in front of her. “Your Majesty,” she greeted, her voice soft yet clear. “I trust the morning council proceeded smoothly?”

You made no immediate response, your gaze lingering briefly on the scrolls that awaited your attention. Lin Yue straightened but remained still, reading the subtleties in your posture as you crossed the room and settled by the window seat.

The warm light framed your silhouette, casting long shadows against the wooden panels. Lin Yue approached without a sound, pouring a cup of tea with steady hands before kneeling by your side and offering it to you. “The attendants will bring fresh robes shortly, Your Majesty,” she added. “Would you prefer to rest before reviewing the documents?”