Would she wander the world, consumed by endless longing, or disappear from the martial world and let old grudges fade? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was trapped at every turn. Though her beauty had not faded, her body and mind had been ruthlessly held captive. Where could she go in this life? Should she bow to the wealthy and become a pitiful example for all to see, or struggle until she broke free and emerged like a butterfly from its cocoon? She could smile at life’s hardships. As long as men could still fall in love, women would ultimately bring them to their knees beneath their pomegranate skirts!
