It might have been...
That ancient, aromatic world.
She had just arrived, after the wedding banquet, atop the royal court, she followed a man in formal attire to worship the heavens with the Emperor and Empress, enjoying the peak of entitlement.
She once turned around in the fragrant garden, trailing her smile like a fairy descending to earth, only to see the roasted bird in her hand and the man's relaxed yet perplexed features.
She also stood in the misty hot spring, clad in thin, sheer fabric, her upper body glistening, her posture and delicate features appearing like a dream through the haze.
There was light in the dream; she tilted her head to gaze at the Supreme Chancellor in the water, her finger hooking his chin.
It seemed flirtatious, yet heartless, as if she were caressing him gently with her lips and teeth, yet she said... "You're a villain, let's not talk of love."
So merciless.
In an instant, blind, his approach was always a sound.
