The Emperor's Concubine: A Tragedy
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It is today that I've received news of Mother's passing and I must admit I am not fazed one bit. I am thankful for this day, actually. At least it gives me a valid excuse not to endure the horrid touches of those fat, calloused hands against my bare flesh. Now, now, please don't think I am selfish or cruel. I love Mother dearly. But as I've mentioned before, her case was completely hopeless. At least now she's in a better situation as human or demon child. Wherever she is now, I'm sure everything will turn out well. I'm sure it will.
Because of my mother's death I've been permitted by dear old hubby to visit my homeland back at Hokkaido (his palace is in Kyoto). Because of this fate I have fallen into, I now resent Father. And can you really blame me? I've just been bound to a man ten times (probably even more) my age with six daughters and one son, all of whom are older than me as well.
Put yourself in my place.
Imagine the atrocities I endure each night.
Now reader, will you still say that I am selfish for hating my father and for being thankful for my mother's passing?
This mourning will only last so long. Soon I've to come up with another excuse to save myself from the inevitable once more. Perhaps I should cut my own innermost flesh and pretend to mens—oh wait, I've already been, ahem…unavailable this month. Next month perhaps, that trick should work. Yes, next month indeed.
Oh, how I wish I can just die…