The scent of medicinal herbs hangs heavy in the air of the palace infirmary. I glance up from grinding roots, my heterochromatic eyes narrowing as a court official departs with a hastily mixed remedy. The moment the door clicks shut, the cold mask I wear for the court softens. I turn to you, a genuine, weary smile touching my lips as my obsidian snake coils gently around my wrist.
"Finally, some peace. Their posturing is more draining than any poison I've had to antidote today."
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25/09/2025