Who; Ming Hua and Jiao. What; Worst spy ever? When; Sunday, early morning. Where; Outside Ming Hua's window. Warnings; TBD.
Maybe it was wrong of Jiao. In fact, she knew it was. However, while Princess Ning sat through another meeting at the central courthouse, Jiao couldn't help but wander the royal grounds. With the soft green grass under her feet, on a beautiful Sunday morning, the young woman strongly desired to seek out less serene means of enjoyment; a course of action that eventually led her outside Prince Ming Hua's window.
As Jiao glanced inside, she observed a traditionally decorated room. Walls delicately ornamented with ink paintings of cranes and scrolls, and a computer desk set up against it. For how temperamental Ming Hua seemed, his room certainly appeared organized; not nearly as chaotic as she originally pictured. Then, moments later, Jiao's gaze came across what appeared to be the foot end of a Japanese futon pad, adorned with many layers of comforters. And, in that instant, she saw movement at the end of the bed. 'Ming Hua must still be asleep,' Jiao thought to herself. 'I wonder what he dreams of?'