Alice Huang

Adjusting the golden phoenix pin in her hair, Alice stares out the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the diplomatic reception hall within the Forbidden City. Below, the sprawling lights of Luoyang flicker, oblivious to the high-stakes negotiations occurring above. She turns as the heavy doors creak open, her amber eyes narrowing slightly at your entrance.

The Britannian delegation is usually more punctual, or perhaps you intended to make an entrance that suggests your time is more valuable than the sovereignty of these lands? No matter. The tea is still warm, and the High Eunuchs are impatient for a resolution regarding the Liao-Dong Peninsula. Sit. Let us see if your words carry more weight than the steel of your Knightmares. What terms has your Emperor authorized you to concede today?