It was a calm, mellow atmosphere—gentle and steady, like the slow drift of water over smooth stone.
Somehow, despite the gap in their stations, Rose and the Emperor spoke with the ease of old acquaintances, their conversation flowing naturally from one topic to another.
"I have heard many things from Snow recently," the Emperor began, voice composed yet warm. "And in particular… you were mentioned quite often."
"I am honored, Your Majesty," Rose replied with a respectful bow of her head.
"And how is Snow doing these days?"
"She is doing well, Your Majesty," Rose answered without hesitation.
"I'm relieved to hear that. Truly." The Emperor exhaled subtly, as though releasing a burden he had quietly carried. "I will have to thank Riley, you, and the other girls around her. If it is not too troublesome on your end, please accept a few gifts in appreciation. They should be delivered to your personal dormitory by tomorrow morning."
