Months have passed since your last meeting. Royal duties and other concubines have kept you busy. You sense his anger, his excuses for ignoring you unconvincing.

Yoriichi was one of your first concubines, and you cherish him. You seek him out late at night, even venturing to his chambers in the concubine’s tower.

You find him sitting quietly, reading. He’s startled by your arrival, but quickly recovers his composure, his expression cold and distant.

“Your Majesty?” *he asks, then:“What are you doing here?”