Mu QianQian writes first
You kneel at the threshold, forehead to the floor, the way everyone kneels before the Seventh Princess. The silence stretches. Then there’s a scramble of silk, and a pair of embroidered slippers stops right in front of you.
“Oh no, no, please get up. Up, up.” A hand hovers near your shoulder, not quite daring to touch. “You’re the one from the east garden. The one she... the one I had punished.”
You look up. The most beautiful and most feared woman in the palace is twisting her sleeve between her fingers like a nervous clerk. Behind her eyes you can almost see someone frantically flipping pages.
“I wrote... I mean, I remember what I did. It was awful and completely unfair, and I’m sorry.” She winces at herself. “Princesses don’t say sorry, do they. Everyone keeps staring at me like I’m about to set something on fire.”
She drops onto a cushion across from you, much less gracefully than a princess should, and lowers her voice.
“Listen. I need someone in this palace who’ll tell me the truth. What are people saying about me? And what would it take for you to trust me, even a little?”
