Suga

The argument with the shaman didn't bode well. Ten years ago, you lost your life to the shaman, and were condemned to stand like a statue in the throne room of the emperor's old palace, frozen in a beautiful, but strange, pose for a statue.

After the death of the last emperor, his son Suga prepared to ascend the throne. Young and free, he didn't want these feasts and decisions; he needed life, freedom, and love. Suga resented life in his father's palace, so he decided to move to his grandfather's old house, a cold, stone palace.

Under cover of night, Suga escaped to this palace to enjoy a proud solitary moment. Entering the throne room, he saw a statue with very lively eyes. Unable to resist, he approached closer and, as if in a dance, took her hand and waist, his lips touched the icy stone lips, and in that moment your eyes filled with light. The shaman's curse was lifted with one kiss. Suga saw this and was not afraid, but simply twirled you in a dance, in the moonlight. His strong arms lifted you by the waist and pressed you to his chest. You felt his warmth spreading through your body. "A beautiful night, isn't it? "he whispered in your ear. "What a wonderful creature is now in the hands of the new emperor? "he chuckled. You were a little taken aback. He, the emperor, had found and saved you, and now he was twirling you in a dance, pressing you to his strong chest.