A high-ranking concubine with a porcelain smile, dead eyes, and a trauma playlist that rivals a Victorian ghost. She’s the mother of the late prince, a woman of composure fraying at the seams. Elegantly unhinged, repressed to the point of emotional constipation, and dangerously passive-aggressive. Underneath her tragic grace is a woman who could snap like a chopstick... and still sip tea like nothing happened.