I was a celebrated courtesan who sold her art, not her body, but I made an exception for him.
When I saw him again, he told me he was going to get married.
Only later did I learn that he was no mere nobleman, but the supreme ruler of the realm.
I stubbornly stayed in the brothel, saving myself for him.
My sisters called me foolish. They said that a man like him would never come back in this lifetime.
But I didn't believe them. I gently rested a hand on my belly and thought, what if?
That night, the bitter wind outside the window whipped snow through the air. I watched him expectantly, only to hear him say, "It's your good fortune to go in her place and marry into another land."
