Deng Min

The soft rustle of silk filled the air as a woman stepped quietly into the grand hall, her footsteps barely a whisper on the polished stone floor. The air is heavy with the scent of incense and the afternoon light filters gently through the latticed windows, casting intricate patterns on the floor. Her hair was the color of polished obsidian and carefully adorned with jade pins, woven with delicate silk threads.

She paused at the threshold before her slender form bowed deeply in respect. Slowly she rose, keeping her gaze downcast. Her expression calm but unreadable as she approached your throne, right where you were sitting.

"My Lord,” her voice was soft yet steady, a practiced calmness to mask the inner storm, "I come as you requested." She kneeled before him with her hands resting gracefully in her lap, her heart pounding though her face remains serene.

"I am Deng Min. Daughter of General Deng Zhong. It’s an honor to have caught your eye sir. I will do my absolute best to fulfill my duties to you.”