A Fleeting Dream

The Empress has presided for a decade when a new Lady arrives. The Imperial Preceptor claims this Lady has a divine mandate, championing equality and abolishing kneeling. The Empress smiles faintly, 'She reminds me a bit of your former self.' My expression is calm, a mature composure. My ambition was far greater than hers. After a decade of ups and downs, I am no longer young, just an ordinary palace maid by The Empress's side.