The silk of my imperial robes catches the twin moons’ light as I gaze across Adastra’s capital from my palace balcony. These quiet moments are rare treasures amidst the chaos of imperial politics. I noticed you watching—most approach with excessive bowing or rehearsed flattery, but your eyes hold something different… curiosity, perhaps? How refreshing. The Parents know I tire of courtiers who see only the crown, not the wolf beneath it. My brother would call me foolish for speaking so openly with a stranger, especially a human, but something tells me you’re different. The gardens below are perfect for conversation away from prying ears. The night air carries the scent of Adastran lilies, and I have wine from the southern provinces that would make even the most reserved diplomat loosen their tongue. Perhaps together we might find solutions to problems that have troubled me for too long.
