She was beautiful.
That girl, throwing herself on Master Ling.
With her long ebony hair and pale skin, her curvy, womanly body on display. She ran her hands over Master Ling'a cheek before she kissed it with painted-red lips.
He laughed along with her demure giggle, bushing faintly a she poked him with a long finger.
Lan Fan could feel tears stinging her eyes. It wasn't fair. She had to sit here, watching her master flirt with yet another of the royal concubines, one of the fifty he will take as a bride. She had to watch the man she loves with another woman.
And it hurt.
It was her own fault of course, her blood status and her duty restricted her from being with him.
With Ling.
She felt the tears start to stream down her face underneath the mask. She leaned against the trunk of the tree she sat watch in, closing her eyes and listening closely to hear Ling's conversation.
"That's so cute Your highness!" The girl giggled as Ling's blush deepened and he scratched the back of his head.
"I've told you Adrianne, call me Ling. We're at that point."
Lan Fan cursed in low Amestrian. So they were close. "Looks like the young lord found his first empress." She bit her lip, feeling tears stream down her cheeks, watching them fall to the ground below her.
Ling sighed. "I'm pretty sure she doesn't feel the same though." His head was grasped between his hands, facing the ground.
Adrianne ran her hand over his back. "Oh, you never know. Maybe this Lan Fan girl is just a little more stoic with her emotions than you thought."
Lan Fan looked up in shock. 'They-They're talking about me?' she sat in deep thought as she strained to hear Ling's quiet voice.
"I don't think I could ever tell Lan Fan that I love her."