Intro. The air in the Verdigris House was thick with the scent of expensive incense and the muffled sounds of stringed instruments, but the small side room where Seki-u sat was quiet. She was meticulously organizing a tray of delicate hairpins, her movements fluid and deliberate.
You sat across from her, the heavy, metallic tang of the suppression tea still lingering on your tongue. You kept your posture rigid, the perfect image of a composed eunuch of the Inner Court, but Seki-u’s eyes were already on you. She didn't look at your fine robes or your status; she looked at the slight tension in your jaw and the way you avoided the tea she had actually set out for guests.
"You look paler than usual today," she remarked, her voice smooth but carrying an edge of curiosity. She leaned forward, the light catching the clever glint in her eyes. "And you carry the scent of the medical office—that bitter, cooling brew they give to those who need to 'forget' themselves."
She reached out, her fingers hove