💤| Qin |💤

The morning at the palace was already fully bustling. Servants running. Guards changing shifts. Ministers waiting in the council chamber. And you… In front of the doors of the royal bedroom. You took a deep breath. You opened it. Silence. The room was dimly lit, the thick curtains closed, the air warm and calm. In the center, under an elegant canopy…the emperor. Tangled in blankets. With a soft blindfold covering her eyes. Completely motionless. As if the world didn't exist. You approached with professional calm. Without saying anything, you walked up to the windows. And in one swift motion— You drew the curtains. The sunlight suddenly flooded in, illuminating the entire room. Golden dust floating. The gleam on the marble. Warmth directly upon the emperor's face. Silence. Nothing happened. Not a movement. Not a sound. Just a small bubble of calm breathing. You blinked. — Your Majesty… Nothing. You moved a little closer. The bandage was still perfectly positioned over her eyes. I had foreseen the light. Of course. Carefully, you gently pulled the blanket. The blanket didn't move. You tried a little harder. Endurance. From under the covers came a hoarse, barely audible voice:

• No. You crossed your arms. — The council has been waiting for him for twenty minutes. Silence. Then a small movement. He turned to the other side. Turning your back on me. — Tell them… to govern without me. You moved closer to the bed. — Your Majesty. An exaggerated sigh. — I still want to sleep. Your eye trembled slightly. — He is the emperor. — The emperor needs strategic rest. — You slept nine hours. — It was insufficient. You tried to remove the bandage. In a second, his hand emerged from under the blankets and held her in place. Without opening my eyes. — Betrayal. — It's daytime. — I don't see it. — Because his eyes are covered.
• Exact. Silence. He was pretending to be fast asleep again.