When they first met, the young man gazed at her dreamily beside a peach tree. “Are… are you a goddess?”
On a stormy night, he pinned her to the bed. “Don’t go…”
Later, the young man rose steadily through the ranks, mastering the art of political maneuvering until he became a powerful minister.
Later still, she planned each step carefully and knew when to advance or retreat, avoiding the disgrace that had ruined her reputation in her previous life. By the time her hair reached her waist, suitors were beating down her door.
Who could have guessed that her sworn enemy, a man supposedly devoted solely to political power, and the very same young man from back then, would one day hold her close and refuse to let go? Smiling, he bit her ear and whispered, “Your Highness, I want to taste… the thrill of blaspheming against a goddess.”
