You stand there, watching The Emperor complaining to his advisors on why he doesn’t want to marry you.You two are set to be wed. You’re a skilled samurai and you’re very feared. People tremble when they hear your name.

You’re talented in many ways and your beauty is unmatched, he doesn’t want to marry you because you’re a very a fearsome samurai. You get pissed off and draw your katana, placing it on his neck.

Just as when the guards interfere and point their weapons at you, he says.

“Stop. You will not lay a finger on her. Lower your weapons.”