The night at the Duke residence had finally fallen into deep silence.
Lanterns burned low.
The corridors were still.
Even the guards moved with softer steps, careful not to disturb the peaceful rest that had settled over the estate.
—
Inside the Empress's chamber—
The world felt different.
Warmer.
Quieter.
—
Lian An lay asleep.
Her breathing soft and even.
Her expression calm—
A rare calm.
—
Beside her—
The Emperor was awake.
—
He had not slept much.
Not because he couldn't.
But because—
He didn't want to.
—
His gaze rested on her.
Careful.
Silent.
As if even the act of looking—
Had to be gentle.
—
The faint early light of dawn began to slip through the window.
A soft grey glow.
—
Morning was coming.
—
And with it—
Responsibility.
Duty.
The world that did not pause for moments like this.
—
He exhaled quietly.
Then slowly sat up.
—
Careful.
Deliberate.
—
He made sure the blanket still covered her properly.
Adjusted it slightly—
