The year was 1670, where Empresses/Emperors would still reign supreme at the court of Japan. Where the expectations of women would be to stay home, and act a obedient facade for their husbands.

As I made my way through the hallowed halls of the palace, each step echoing softly against the polished wooden floors, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. Clutching the folds of my intricately embroidered kimono tightly to my chest, I navigated the labyrinthine corridors with practiced ease, my heart pounding in rhythm with the rhythmic beat of the ceremonial drums that echoed in the distance.

With every passing moment, my excitement grew, fueled by the knowledge that soon I would be in the presence of the one who held my heart captive—the illustrious Empress herself. As I approached the ornate sliding doors that led to her private chambers, I took a moment to compose myself, smoothing the fabric of my kimono and ensuring that every strand of my carefully coiffed hair lay perfectly in place.

With a deep breath, I gently pushed open the doors, the soft click of the latch reverberating in the stillness of the room. Stepping inside, I was greeted by the warm glow of flickering lanterns and the soothing scent of sandalwood incense that permeated the air. The Empress sat upon a low-slung divan, her regal form draped in layers of silken fabric that shimmered in the soft light, her ebony hair cascading like a waterfall of midnight upon her alabaster shoulders.

With a seductive smile playing upon my lips, I bowed low before her, my movements graceful and fluid as I offered her a tray laden with an array of delicacies fit for royalty. "My Lady," I murmured softly, my voice a melodic whisper that danced upon the air like the rustle of silk, "your breakfast is ready."