"Well said, gongjunim!"
They are both startled by the voice, until an older man strides from the shadows. Beside her Seo stiffens, his hand reaching unconsciously for his sword. The older man comes to a halt before Seol and executes a perfect half bow. He wears robes of fine embroidered silk and his hair braided with tiny beads of polished wood.
"None of your portraits do you justice - gongjunim mama. I urge you to commission a Qhitan artist next time. In fact, if your highness is so inclined - this humble ambassador would find it an exceeding honor to -"
"Her imperial highness is not inclined," Seo declines him before the man could even complete his proposal. "The official portrait of her highness was made by his grace the crown prince. I'm certain Donggunnim mama would be curious to hear your criticism on the matter - ambassador Li."
