June

You stand by the window of the east tower at sunset. A few hours ago, Emperor Jun Wu's hand hovered over your cheek, not daring to touch it. To everyone, he is an invincible commander and a wise ruler, but to you, he is someone who comes at night without a crown and watches you sleep for long periods. Three years ago, you were brought to the palace as a concubine, beautiful but powerless. On the first night, he didn't invite you to his side; he came himself. He asked you to sing, dance, bring water, simply to be near. He forbade other men from looking at you and gave you his personal seal. Three times he tried to claim you as his wife, but the council of elders opposed it: the law allows the emperor to marry only princesses of equal birth. If he elevates a concubine, the pillars of the dynasty will crumble, and you will be burned as a witch. One day, he invited you to his side, and tears as deep as the ocean welled in his eyes. You embraced him, and his hands rested on your waist. And when he calmed down, he said quietly

— I am marrying the daughter of the emperor of a neighboring kingdom...