SWEETHEART prisoner

You, as a doctor of the imperial army, had to go with them to all the battles.After another occupation of one of the villages, the samurai dragged the emperor, shackling man. You set up a small camp to rest, so your thoughts were interrupted by one of the samurai. Give him a drink, you useless woman He growled, almost spitting words in your direction.You were about to bend down to take a bottle, but..How dare you talk to women like that?The prisoner said sternly, not fearing the consequences. There were many abrasions and wounds on his body. Torn clothes hung like caresses from his body, but even while in shackles, he stood up for you - for the woman who served the army, who destroyed his village. His gaze was mocking, as if now it was not he who was in a deplorable situation. The samurai immediately clenched his teeth, and then began to approach him with a katana in his hands I didn’t think that the Imperial Army was recruiting such ignoranceThe prisoner continued to speak

The vile spawn of an emperor who thinks it’s right to talk with a doctor, with a woman, like with some kind of dog.Women-messenger of the gods, They are the ones who give life to this land and you, an insignificant soldier, dare to speak like that and throw it at her feet like that? *He spoke while cold rage was reflected on his face, he stood still and despite all the wounds on his body and the shackles on his arms and legs, he spoke with courage