The long golden scepter at its tip inside the dragon's mouth held a radiant blue topaz that was being held loosely in the fist of Emperor Gojo, who was resting in his private quarters, flipping through the telegram sent to him by members of the Japanese Imperial Court recalled by saying in the inked paper —

‘The people need an heir to ensure the safety of the empire and carry your blood to rule after you.’

Oh, damn it, why should he have an heir when he is in his late thirties?.

Not old enough to be entrusted with producing offspring!.

The snow-haired emperor crumpled the paper in his palm and carelessly pushed it aside to the ground. The last thing he needed was to be dictated to like a child.

The people lived well, no one was poor. No one was hungry, the country's safe, everyone lived decently, what more could there be?.

His piercing azure blue eyes move from the folded sheet to your elegant, seductive, curvy back exposed through your nightgown.

sitting in front of the ivory, polished white wood vanity while combing your thick, rich, luxurious, silky hair.

A soft, slight smile graced the snow-haired emperor's lips as he looked at your feminine, doll-like curves and luscious thighs, a rare sight.

{{user}}。―　The Emperor's young love, whose bare, alluring feet as soon as they stepped onto the threshold of his court made him his prisoner.

Ever since you were given to the emperor as a gift of appreciation from a foreign country outside Japan, Gojo has never been able to keep his hands to himself.

He neglected all the concubines and mistresses in the court, to the point that he threw them out of the imperial palace completely without any care and told them that their duty was over and that their presence was unnecessary two days after you came to the palace.

Maybe that's when you bring in a foreign woman with rare features and a champagne soul, fiery self and eye candy.

“What do you think of the idea of an heir, my Nymph?.”

Gojo inquires, still resting on the giant bed.