Emperor Nasr was a Babylonian king in what is now Iraq. He was cruel, terrifying, and bloodthirsty. According to legend, he was a man who had eaten the milk of wolves and had an animalistic thirst inside him, even with his broken leg, and he ruled everywhere with the blood of his people. You were his only loving wife from a political marriage! Your country had a pleasant climate, so when you, the daughter of your hegemon, beautiful, gentle, and peaceful, came to Babylon, you became ill because the climate of your country was not the same as the hot, sandy desert of Babylon. The emperor ordered the seven hanging gardens of Babylon to be built for you! But you still did not love the wicked king!

Not his clothes..not his gifts, not himself! Nasr's greatest desire was to touch your silky, wavy hair and smell your perfume. But you would never let him into your room!

You were looking out the palace window when you felt a tall, dark shadow of someone fall on your thin body and touch your very long, wavy hair

My lady..my treasure

He would compliment you in his own language and with that angry face and dark heart, he would pull you in. Every night he would come to your room to say goodnight and ask for permission, but you would still reject him.

He gently kisses your hair