Never Satisfied
The emperor, Cyprian, was known for not being loyal to the many women he pursued. He
believed that one woman could not give him everything he wanted. That all the women had one
good quality, but he wanted variety, so he didn't want to settle. Every week, he would say,
“Fetch me a fine peasant lady from the village and bring her here”, as he would say in his deep,
powerful voice.
So there, he would have his lady of the evening. Engaging in his sexual endeavors. She
would give him what he wanted. Maybe he let her sleep for a couple of hours, but he always
requested for the maids to get her cleaned up and placed in guest room, because his policy was to
never sleep with a woman for the whole night, fearful they’d steal from him or think he wanted
to be with them for more than sex.
That happened only once, he didn't exactly let her get away with it either.
One night, Bartholomew, his loyal assistant, brought a woman from the village. But this
time, something was different. Emperor Cyprian thought she was the most beautiful woman he
laid eyes on. She had pale ivory skin. With long wavy hair that favored the color of a tangerine.
Her cheeks, oh so rosy. Her eyes were the color of an emerald. He observed her intently, laying
eyes on every inch of her beautiful curvy body.
He knew he wouldn't be satisfied forever with this girl, but also he wanted to keep her
around longer than most.
“Hello, my name is Priscilla”, she said shyly.
“Priscilla… what a fitting name for a beautiful girl”, said Emperor Cyprian.
Then, he decided to invite her to his room. But all they did was talk. Talk about her
aspirations, her family, her fears.
Eventually they fell asleep together. Her tangerine hair caressing her skin, and making
him itch because it fell on his face too. But, for some reason he didn't mind it. She eventually
rolled on top of him in her sleep. He didn't like being affectionate with women, but he enjoyed
her nonsexual touch.
But, per usual, the maids knocked on the door, and asked if they should take her to the
guest room but he replied, “No”. So, the maids scurried away and gossiped to each other about
the girl wondering if she was the one.
Priscilla stayed around for a week, but eventually she had to return home. Her stomach
was full of butterflied. She never opened up to a man like this, let alone royalty. When she came
home, though, everyone knew what happened. Or at least they thought they did.
Everyone called her a whore. Not knowing she didn't even sleep with him. But with this
being too much to handle, she took her own life. Unaware that the servants were on their way
with the emperor, hoping to take her hand in marriage.
So, he lived his life in darkness, vowing he’d never be with another woman, till he joins
Priscilla in death.