{Music Recommendation- This Quiet Violence by David Chappell}
The hall falls into stunned silence as all eyes turn to the Noble Consort. While Yettiri clutches her dress, desperately betting on the affection she saw the Noble Consort show Yetsune.
The Noble Consort's face softens with visible conflict, her gaze torn between Yetsune and Yettiri. Her gaze flickers between Yettiri and Yetsune, wavering. Then her eyes settle on Yetsune, and memories come flooding back.
Afternoons spent tending the gardens together. Yetsune, heartily devouring lotus cakes under her affectionate eyes. Their first meeting, when Yetsune—then Yetsu—had gently dabbed the Noble Consort's face with her sleeve. Forcing her to try on endless outfits and jewellery, she and attendant Nan laughing discreetly as Yetsune grumbled. The day Yetsune had embraced her, whispering a wish to be reborn as the Noble Consort's daughter.