Private Roleplay i don't know 'bout everythin', if you carry guilt or sin,

skill | backdated to prior to invasion

Her mornings are quiet, private, but bustling. From dawn's first light, the princess is in motion. Combing fur, applying perfume, contorting until she can pin her fur back beneath the teeth of a jade comb or flower pin. Within these rituals is found a meditative rhythm, one that sets her mind both at ease and alert for the coming day's trials and triumphs.

She sweeps out of her chambers aglow with divinity, a hair not out of place. Shining golden eyes skim the fern-clad stone and vine-wrapped trees, before alighting on a never-far, dependable pale figure. Lian's expression warms just slightly, the faintest approving curve placed upon her lips. Taro . She sweeps a paw toward him, inviting her guard closer as a servant dutifully materializes with a steaming cup of one of Myrrh 's brews. A second appears beside the first, and Lian pulls her cup close to take a sip.

The reclusive little apothecary is a treasure, one Lian intends to guard most fiercely. Taro, too, holds a close place in her heart. Lian believes herself most effective as a leader through loyalty, through identifying those of greatest skill and use to the Dynasty as a whole and caring for them as tenderly as her place in life permits. She is developing her own little court within the corridors of the Dynasty, in gifts of rare herbs or ingredients for Myrrh, in a careful eye on Taro, in attentive ears listening for the ebb and flow of gossip through the halls. A situation like Yuezhuo's building resentment and Kexin's disruption cannot happen again. Not with the Empress close to bearing heirs, not with her health on the line. Come, indulge me in a cup. See if it is to your liking.