To the royal gardens, the Empress of the East retreats. Heart torn by the Emperor, and his mistress. The Empress, hair claret as rubies, waters her scarlet roses with her sorrow. A clandestine letter from the unmarried King of the West. Tied with carmine ribbon — a proposal. Lovers from rival realms. On horseback, the Empress rides West with its King. The red roses of the west are rumored to never be as radiant as the East’s. The Western Queen’s vermillion smile, however, there is no comparable beauty.
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