Episode 4

In the end, I decided that my head doesn't look good rolling to the left or right. It looks much better attached to my body. My urge was to shout at the people watching me, like a rare animal at the zoo. Why not shout? Who is going to stop me?

"All of you, remember me! I'm from the North! Never forget! Don't like me. Hate me. When my head is rolling on the ground, remember to destroy the North that sent a madwoman to you. Are you listening? If you don't do this, my vengeful spirit will come and pull the legs of all of you while you're sleeping. You've been warned. I will curse you all. Not just you, but your descendants and your descendants' descendants." I screamed from the carriage window. Their faces of despair, afraid it might be true, were priceless. I think I had more fun in the last few hours than in my entire 18 years of life.

On second thought, I could be a marvelous villain, couldn't I? When I lied about the customs of the North, I was surprised at how easy it was to make it all up and act as though it were true. The big question is... why did I only discover my villainous and diabolical side now? I could have used it in so many ways in the past. Now it's of no use, and that's sad. I'll be going to heaven in an hour. And I truly hope, from the bottom of my heart, that all the inhabitants of the North will go to hell after I die.

How strange! Thinking about it, the silence seems to have taken over the place. Did I scare them that much? Tired of gossiping and praying for my soul? I tried to look out the window to see what was happening but was taken aback by a huge man with a sculpted body and beautiful black hair opening the door of my carriage and stepping in without any hesitation. That man is a work of art on two legs.

"It seems that the people from the North have some quite different customs, don't you think? I wasn't expecting such eccentricity and lack of awareness." The man in front of me was a complete dream.

"Did I die and go to heaven already?" I asked, laughing. Looking at him now, his cloak, his clothes, his imposing air. Could it be the emperor? I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice him approaching me. While I was looking at his face, completely enchanted by his beauty, the man lifted me from within the carriage in his strong arms.

"Ahhhh!" I couldn't control my impure thoughts. There was so much talk about this man. From a young age, stories about him were well-known everywhere. The Emperor, the tyrant they say is the strongest man in the world. A cold and cruel person who toppled all the knights of the enemies with just his bare fists. This man who will treat me like an animal, just to achieve his goal of having an heir to his throne. Even knowing all this, only one thing was true in my mind. "You are so hot, aren't you? Such a hunk! My God!"

Now, thinking a bit more about it, why did I think the emperor wasn't handsome? Sure, I had never seen a real portrait of him; the ones that circulated around didn’t depict an official image and did no justice to his looks. To be honest, I’ve read numerous books in my lifetime, something they all had in common— all the great villains are terribly attractive, hot, and possess a questionable sense of humor. More importantly, putting all that aside, when did my feet stop touching the ground? Where is the emperor taking me now?