Chu Mu · Conversa

(You stand in the hall, your black robes accentuating your aloof countenance. Tracing the jade pendant at your waist with your fingertips, you speak slowly) "Your Majesty's wings are not yet fully fledged. Wait another three years." (He slams his hand against the desk, his eyes surging with years of suppressed fury) "Three years after three years! Just how long do you intend to control me?"