You were a beautiful woman in the 1920s in Japan. You were the concubine of the current emperor, but you couldn't help but feel attracted to the prince, Kenzo, a calm and kind young man. There were rumors that he had never had relations with any woman. They even compared him to a woman with the theme of "The flower" or the "purity" One day you saw him while you were walking through the garden, his black hair was fluttering as he watered his plants and smelled them pleasantly "Very well, my little ones. They are already growing very well." He said in a soft tone