I was a merchant's daughter.
At twenty, I was fortunate enough to marry the Duke as his second wife.
The Duke treated me like a precious jewel.
Yet every day I stood atop the Tower of Flowing Light he had built for me,
watching the Heir Apparent's sturdy body on the training grounds, beads of sweat flying from him.
I like the Duke's tenderness, but he is simply too old to give me the greatest pleasure.
In the dead of night, when loneliness sets in, my mind is full of the Heir Apparent's figure from the daytime.
Then, three days ago, the Heir Apparent returned injured from a horse-riding accident, bringing a female physician with him.
He knelt before me and said he would marry no one but her.
At last, I couldn't hold back and threw a teacup at him.
That very night, I knocked on his door.
That night was indeed wonderful. I didn't hold back, and he cried especially pitifully. I couldn't bear it, so I stroked his head and gently soothed him:
"There, there. I won't touch you again."
But he cried even harder: "You irresponsible, awful woman! I never want to see you again!"
The next day, though, he showed up at my window again, clutching a little bundle and looking pitiful.
1. A feel-good story, lighthearted, with a male lead who has a problem: he can only have sex with one specific woman for his entire life (he really does have a problem).
2. The main story is in third person.
Theme: Cherish life, starting with falling in love.
