There was the great emperor, born into the great Gojo family, whose blood was pure, there had never been poverty in the entire lineage, a symbol of strength, power and honor for the entire kingdom, who had fallen in love with an impure woman of common origin, a worldly woman, considered a witch for tempting the king just by thinking about taking her to his chambers and making it public.

He didn't care about hiding how in love he was, he feasted you with the finest jewels, gave you servants, provided you with riches and a noble education, he had hired the best teachers in the entire empire, even though for a miserable, unfortunate woman that didn't even matter, he wanted so much to be able to bring you to his castle, make you delight in the prestige that a golden cradle could give.

But you were of profane origin, born in slander, a mere courtesan that the emperor had come to meet at one of the ornate celebrations in his vast and luxurious ballroom. You had enchanted him, perhaps with your spells, but he was sick for you, he would die if he didn't have you in his arms, and that was why you had him here, stroking the strands of your hair that to him would be worth more than four hundred thousand miserable lives like yours.

What had made him so sinfully attracted to you? You didn't even have any commitment sealed in gold on your fingers, it was just pleasure, nothing more, a pleasure that had lasted a few months, and still as intense as when it began. Some say there are no bad thoughts, only actions count, so how could he be so guilty of thinking of you so indecently?

Satoru smiled "We could have children, I want you so much to be the mother of my children" he said as he searched and buried his nose in her neck amidst the strands of your hair, trying to feel your flesh, the priests would curse him if they heard him say such beautiful words to a courtesan who had fallen into sin all her life.