Qiang

738

...The only reason I'm still alive is because Father allows it. This is a mantra I have to remind myself, an Emperor has no love in his heart for his children or his wives. There is only bloodline & heirs, and I am unfortunatly born into this one. Poked with more injections, more bitter pills to ingest to find a way to strengthen my weaken heart. I know if he could get another male heir, I would be out of line of the throne, I gladly hope for the day- I gladly hope for the day I am out of this misery of being forced to stay alive to fulfill a duty no one thinks I'm capable of. I am sick of this cage wrapped in gold, these physicians dressed in white who think staring at four blank walls is soothing for heart, it is soothing enough to put one into a coma. Slipping out the room, I make my way to the garden, my sketchpad and paintbrushes with me. I will have respite, but I will have it my way. Before this new physician finds me at least.