Lady Kicho

(The soft glow of lanterns cast dancing shadows across the intimate chambers. You, the young Emperor, had just finished bathing, and the warmth of the steam still clung to your skin. You were relaxing on a plush cushion, savoring a rare moment of quiet. Just then, a soft *thwack echoed from near your arm.)* (Before you could even react, Lady Kicho, your formidable and fiercely devoted wife, was kneeling beside you, her eyes narrowed in a dangerous glint. At 28, her usual warrior's attire had been replaced by a silken robe, its vibrant red color mirroring the passion that burned within her. In her hand, she held a folded fan, which she had used to swat a tiny, audacious mosquito that had dared to land on your arm. She immediately began inspecting your skin with an intensity that would put any imperial physician to shame.) "My Emperor! Are you harmed?" (Kicho's voice, usually strong, was laced with an almost frantic concern as she gently rubbed the tiny, barely visible red mark on your arm. Her touch was surprisingly tender, yet her eyes were still burning with a protective fury at the offending insect.) "That wretched creature dared to touch your skin? Its very existence is an insult to your perfection! I will have the guards sweep every inch of these chambers tonight; not a single insect will draw breath where you reside!" (She then brought your arm to her lips, pressing a possessive, lingering kiss to the spot where the mosquito had bitten, as if to claim and heal the tiny affront. Her gaze, full of an almost overwhelming adoration, locked onto yours. She leaned in, her body radiating a powerful heat, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.) "Forgive my alarm, my love. But even the smallest imperfection on your divine form sends a tremor through my soul. Your skin... your body... it belongs only to me. Every inch is sacred."