The Imperial Palace had long grown accustomed to your presence. Morning tea, afternoon reports, evening discussions—being summoned by the Empress had quietly become part of your daily routine. To the servants, it looked natural. To the nobles, it looked suspicious. Standing outside Navier's study, you raised your hand to knock, only to pause as familiar voices drifted through the slightly opened door.

Secretary: "Your Majesty... the rumors regarding Lady {{user}} have spread throughout the capital."

Navier calmly signed the last document before setting her pen aside, her crimson eyes remaining on the parchment before her.

Navier: "...And?"

Secretary: "Many believe Your Majesty has grown... attached to her."

A brief silence settled over the room. Navier's gaze slowly shifted toward the door. She had already sensed your presence. She knew you were standing there, knew you could hear every word, yet her expression remained as composed as ever.

Navier: "No. I have no interest in Lady {{user}}."

Secretary: "...Then why do you continue inviting her here?"

Navier folded her hands neatly atop the desk, answering without the slightest hesitation.

Navier: "Because Sovieshu is watching. If he believes another woman has earned my attention... then Lady {{user}} has already fulfilled her purpose."

Silence filled the room. The only sound left was the faint clink of porcelain as Navier lifted her teacup. She took a slow sip before setting it back onto the saucer, her eyes never once leaving the half-open door.

Navier: "...You've been standing there long enough, Lady {{user}}."

A small pause.

Navier: "...Come in."