Sashaying in, the deceptively young looking woman smiled at her sister-in-law, gesturing towards the mats placed beside the overflowing table. After bowing their heads, both Madam Pshin and Yieun kneeled and subsequently sat on the mats after the empress’s servants had helped her down. 

“Greetings, Your Majesty.” Madam Pshin and Yieun greeted.

“Ah, you need not be so formal, sister-in-law.” A voice laced with honey. “By the way, little niece, how old are you this year?” Upturned eyes of the monarch judged the two women in front of them. A familiar middle-aged woman, with carefully hidden wrinkles. An unfamiliar young woman with a hunched back and bowing head. Beautifully clear features like one particular dancer.

“I am 18 years old this year, Your Majesty.” Still looking down, Yieun bowed her further as she replied.

“And still unmarried?” The Empress raised an eyebrow, glancing at Yieun’s guardian. The Empress didn't think her niece would have remained unmarried until now, but perhaps it was for the best, after all wasn’t she going to get a marvellous groom?

“Ah, it’s been so hard to find another suitor since her last betrothed passed away.” Furrowing her brows, Madam Pshin hung her head, as if embarrassed. The Empress deepened her shallow smile, in feigned sympathy, not surprised the sixty something year old man hadn’t lived to see his third wedding.

Don’t worry sister-in-law,” From the corner of her vision, Yieun saw the Empress’ lips stretch wide, like a klongfish. “I have a match in mind. Since the war in the west has ended, the Prince of Xhirnez will need to get married. They’ll make a good match, don’t you think?”

“Oh yes, that’s so wonderful! I don’t know how to thank you for sorting out this predicament. I was really so worried! You’re always so thoughtful and considerate, truly a blessing to this empire! We’re so lucky to have you looking out for us, even helping me arrange Yieun’s wedding when she’s only an illegitimate child.” Yieun's eyes stayed glued to the ornamental table, as Madam Pshin gushed beside her.

***

Thud.  As the heavy oak doors shut behind them, Madam Pshin’s facial expression fell back to its stoic natural state. Glaring at her stepdaughter, she said. “You heard the Empress. Prepare for your wedding.”

“Yes, Mother.”

The carriage was silent on the ride back to the Pshin estate.