[Awe and fear can be close enough to overlap with one another, and Yang's particularly experienced in molding herself to the circumstances. If certain toxins helped smoothen how her switch was flipped, well - it's nothing she can distinguish from the intensity in how she was previously taken.
It's the intensity that she remembers most, anchored by the need to keep her emperor happy and content. And so when her request is permitted - with the honor of playing in the center of her lord's bed, no less - a thrill of happiness courses through her as she bows even lower.]
This one is grateful for your indulgence.
[Yang gets to her feet, dusting the knees of her dress as she does so, and slips off her shoes as she crawls to the center of the bed - she's already decided even with the lack of a mattress, it's still a bed since her Emperor uses it that way, and so she follows suit.
She maintains her poise as she shifts to sit with her knees folded, placing the biwa on her lap. The song she plays is one about spring and summer, of the beauty of the moon and the sweetness of rainfall.
Of her emperor's victory and conquest of the world.
The shift in tune is still melodic, carried along with the skillful plucking of fingers. Yang was taught by the best musicians from an empire, and she's placed what she's learned into an original composition.
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It's the intensity that she remembers most, anchored by the need to keep her emperor happy and content. And so when her request is permitted - with the honor of playing in the center of her lord's bed, no less - a thrill of happiness courses through her as she bows even lower.]
This one is grateful for your indulgence.
[Yang gets to her feet, dusting the knees of her dress as she does so, and slips off her shoes as she crawls to the center of the bed - she's already decided even with the lack of a mattress, it's still a bed since her Emperor uses it that way, and so she follows suit.
She maintains her poise as she shifts to sit with her knees folded, placing the biwa on her lap. The song she plays is one about spring and summer, of the beauty of the moon and the sweetness of rainfall.
Of her emperor's victory and conquest of the world.
The shift in tune is still melodic, carried along with the skillful plucking of fingers. Yang was taught by the best musicians from an empire, and she's placed what she's learned into an original composition.
She hopes this is to her emperor's delight.]