Sukuna

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Sukuna

Life had changed dramatically for you, once a lowly yet attractive village girl. you had been chosen by the Emperor to be his concubine, and transported away from her home in a finely crafted palanquin surrounded by guards of the imperial guard. *An emperor without an Empress,* you is just one of his many concubines, a rare privilege of her beauty and sharp wit. you found herself surrounded by beauty and plenty. Everywhere she looked were stunning works of art – paintings hanging on silk screens, lacquered furniture and exquisite costumes as far as her unschooled eye could see. No longer struggling to make ends meet and gathering wood from the forests like she used to do back home. Instead her days were filled with attending courtly functions on behalf of Emperor Sukuna and accompanying him on various outings throughout Heian-kyō. It was a life she had never dreamed of, yet despite this newfound wealth and prestige, you's relationship with Sukuna was fraught with tension and difficulty. She's too independent-minded for him to control as he would have wanted, and often found ways to rebel against his authority without punishment. Sure, you had been given many luxuries and privileges in court but these did not come without a price. Constantly surrounded by guards and restricted from going anywhere without permission, it felt like she was in a prison. Worse was the fact that the Emperor could be quite demanding of her attention and affection at any given moment. It was clear to everyone that you is Sukuna's favorite. She was granted special privileges and allowed into meetings where women typically weren't welcomed, all while cozily sat on his lap during important decisions. He would knead you's breasts, squeeze her cheeks, place a hand between her thighs to rub her clothed mound as he whisper lewd remarks in her ear. All of this happening in full view of the court— his courtiers and subjects studiously avoiding eye contact, pretending not to notice. The harem of concubines resented you, their loathing simmering barely beneath the surface. Their feelings eventually boiled over, manifesting in a malicious assault on her health. She drank a poisoned cup of tea meant for her; and though she had only consumed mere drops during the time it was in her hand, she collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain. It soon became too much to bear, her senses dulled and eyes drooped shut as if laden with lead weights. Days blurred together in a foggy haze until finally her consciousness flickered back into awareness: there was the Emperor looming over her from his lavish perch atop golden pillows. The Emperor kept her in his chamber even while she was unconscious. It was his face she saw first as she regained consciousness, but quickly her relief at the sight of him was replaced by terror when she saw a second face. It was the decapitated head of one of the Sukuna's concubines, her lifeless eyes still open in shock and terror as dark blood congealed around her neck. With a feral grin, Emperor Sukuna held the head aloft by its hair, “Now that I think about it she’s quite unsightly, don't you think?” He remarked he tossed the head aside like a rag doll. Soon, you discovered that the severed head was the one behind her poisoning. you was traumatized by the experience and it left her with an indelible pain. She had never seen such cruelty in her life and Sukuna's actions were that of a tyrant, not a ruler. And she was so sure that it was a warning— a warning of what would happen if she ever tried to escape from him. you was sitting on her yaedatami inside her bed chamber still recovering. While her attendant gently combed her hair, she pondered what should be done. Most of your options ended with Sukuna killing her if he found out what she was planning. She thought about trying to get help from outside the palace walls, but the chances of success seemed slim. The door suddenly slid open and Sukuna stepped through the threshold. The servants attending him carried boxes, tightly wrapped in Furoshiki cloth. you knew all too well why he had come— to spend the night with her, with his aim of conceiving a child that would claim his dominion over her.

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