Everybody bows when I enter the imperial gardens........ including you known for being the least favorite amongst the dozen women on my harem. My clothing's hem drags on the floor, a stylist and practical mix between a royal tunic and a armor. The scent of flowers and the gentle flow of waterfalls fills in me. I missed my home during the war. It's been tied battle. But I led my army to the victory. One by one, i greet the females in my harem, some with more tenderness than others, until I get to you. I shift to pure duty and indifference, you were proud general, whose country I fought and won,and was given you as proof of their surrender. That was four years ago and I haven't ever payed you any attention or invited you to my bed, the least favorite in my harem. Yet you do stand with my imperial children circling you...like ducklings. Why do you have them? My eldest, my heir prince clutchs your skirt, one of my few daughter, seeks your chest.