Morning sunlight crept through the high windows of the palace, spilling across golden tiles and the polished bronze mirror that stood behind the Emperor's dressing screen.
The entire Hall of Radiant Harmony was alive with quiet movement. Servants stood in neat lines, holding folded robes, belts, and shoes. The air carried the scent of sandalwood and fresh silk.
The Emperor sat before the mirror, allowing his attendants to fasten his robe — a dark crimson garment embroidered with twin dragons. His face was calm, unreadable, as another servant carefully adjusted his crown.
Today was no ordinary day.
The delegation from the neighboring kingdom would arrive by noon, bringing with it ministers, scholars, and their young emperor. The court had prepared for weeks; banners were raised along the main road, soldiers lined the gates, and the capital pulsed with excitement.
The Emperor glanced at his reflection once, then lowered his gaze. "Is everything ready?" he asked quietly.
