Xiang Yu stepped into his bedchamber, the weight of the evening of fake smiling and chatter settling heavily on his shoulders. He tugged at his cloak, pulling it off. He was like a kid after school taking off his uniform and kicking off his shoes in a hurry after a long day.
"Oh and don't forget my dessert, had to sacrifice mine for the greater good," he called to the steward, who was already hurrying out. The man nodded, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.
With a sigh, Xiang Yu peeled off his heavy ceremonial clothes, feeling the tightness ease as he kicked off his shoes. He sank onto the couch, the cushions welcoming him like old friends, and began to unbutton his shirt, relishing the cool air against his skin.
Just then, Han Xin entered the room. Xiang Yu expected him to sit beside him or at least opposite him. But time ticked by, and Han Xin remained standing, hesitant.