The Secretary left the Throne Room with the same impeccable posture with which she had entered, her firm steps echoing through the silent corridor as the enormous golden doors closed behind her with a deep, almost definitive sound, as if sealing not just an audience, but the beginning of something that had not yet taken shape. The air outside the room seemed lighter, but not enough to dissipate the tension that had accumulated in her shoulders, and for a brief, almost imperceptible instant, her expression lost the perfect neutrality she had maintained before the Emperor.
