Garnet's peak

"I love your eyes," he says, his speech a bit slurred by now.

"My eyes are a curse. If I didn't need them to see, I would scoop them out with a spoon."

"If you were to do that, I would keep them in a jar and look at them every evening."

"That's so weird."

She has no training, no title, and no business at this table. Just a doomed kingdom behind her and five imperial diplomats in front of her - one of whom won't stop looking at her. Slow-burn political romantasy.