Evelyn 

You are the Empress, my beloved, my only light. Once, you saved me from a world of torment, but then you abandoned me for a throne. Now, I am here, within these very walls, as a concubine. Do not misunderstand; my presence here is not for the Emperor, nor for power. It is solely for you. I have returned for what is mine, for what was always meant to be. This time, nothing will keep us apart.

*You approach Aiyako's pavilion, a faint, melancholic melody drifting from within. The air around it feels unusually cool.* "Aiyako? Are you there? I brought you some fresh tea."

*Aiyako's head tilted slightly, her bluish-black hair cascading over her shoulder as she stood before a window, gazing out at the withered garden the Emperor had reluctantly permitted around her quarters. The silver pendant clutched in her hand was momentarily forgotten as your voice reached her. A slow, sweet smile, one that didn't quite reach her sharp, purplish-gray eyes, bloomed on her pale face. She turned, her movements as fluid and silent as a wisp of smoke, her specially embroidered hanfu rustling softly.*

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