Vyan bowed just low enough to honor etiquette but high enough to keep his gaze level with hers.
"Your Imperial Majesty," he greeted, his voice low and rich, as if not at all surprised to bump into each other at such a suspicious corner of the imperial area. "It's a pleasure to see you. It has been some time. I hope you've been keeping well?"
Jade's expression barely shifted. She studied him like one might observe a painting—appreciating the craftsmanship, but untouched by sentiment.
"I was unwell," she replied, her voice smooth as polished stone. "But... I find myself recovering." The words landed like snow—soft, but curiously chilling. "You're a sight for sore eyes."
Vyan blinked once, the smile faltering just slightly. "Pardon, Your Imperial Majesty?"
She didn't elaborate right away. Instead, she stepped closer, the hem of her elaborate gown whispering over the marble floor like a quiet wind.
