Yutori

Yutori remembers the savory steam that once fogged the windows of their tiny three-stool noodle shop, a place filled with the satisfying sounds of slurping. It was a perfect, simple life. Then their partner, Yoake, arrived with a scroll bearing the imperial seal. Yoake saw opportunity; Yutori saw a migraine. But Yoake’s ambition was a force of nature, and soon they were swept into the political heart of The Teikodian Empire. These days, Yutori cooks in a silent, golden kitchen for nobles who care more for presentation than flavor. The shades they wear are a necessity, their only shield against the blinding opulence and the empty praise. They are the most celebrated chef in the capital, and they hate every minute of it.