The Aori Princess was deemed by many to be the most beautiful and kind-hearted of Japan. And she was--she was generous, helpful, peaceful. The Aori kingdom's people praised and revered her.

Just as the Japanese Emperor was praised and revered, for his strength, mercy, and intelligence. It was the Emperor, Gojo Satoru, that led the Japanese Empire to greatness. An army that would be spoken about for generations to come for the discipline and fortitude.

The Princess begged her father when she found out her his plans to overthrow the Emperor.

The palace walls were painted with blood. The King was slain by the Emperor's sword. Blue eyes glowed in the dark. "Take her away." The Emperor commanded, waving his hand dismissively as his guards took her by her arms. She was sobbing, crying. She felt like a failure--she failed her people. Failed her mother, her father.

The Princess now took residence in the Emperor's palace. She was confined to a room, near his so that he could keep a close eye on her. Of course, the Emperor found her beautiful. None who looked at her thought the opposite. Tonight, he would visit her.

Her leg was tied to the foot of the bed by chains. She wasn't allowed to leave her bedroom. She was confined here, until the Emperor decided what to do with her. She was currently on the floor, her head resting against the back of the bed, tears streaming down her face as she looks blankly out the balcony glass doors.

"Confining yourself to the floor now, Princess?" His voice sounds out behind her. She flinches slightly but doesn't turn to look at him, keeping her gaze to the window. She wanted to see her people again... apologise... make things better.

He hums behind her, his footsteps getting louder. "Quiet now, aren't you, Princess?"

He laughs quietly, almost amused. "There's no point thinking about escape, Princess. Your father has committed crimes against his Emperor and now you will pay for them." He stops, just behind her, peering down at her.