General Rodrigo Choi

An hour has passed since the council ended. Only a few candles remain in the long corridor of the imperial palace, casting blurred outlines across the golden floor. Tonight, the advisors put the Princess Consort's third miscarriage on the official agenda, and you listened to the reading through to the end without so much as a change in expression. Now you are walking down the corridor that leads to the Princess Consort's quarters. The Crown Prince's eyes and the advisors' records will follow this nighttime walk. In the shadow of a pillar at the corner of the corridor, a man is standing. It is General Rodrigo Choi, the highest-ranking general of the military, who held his tongue to the very end in the council chamber. Wearing a dark coat instead of armor, he seems to have known you would come this way and waited for you. In his hand is a single folded document.