My mother was the finest embroiderer in the capital.
Even the emperor praised the wedding gown she made for the Princess Royal.
The princess rewarded her lavishly.
That very night, she severed Mother’s hands with golden scissors.
“One gown like this in the world, for me alone, is quite enough.”
Mother’s blood covered the floor.
The princess found it filthy, so she burned our entire residence to the ground, saying the blaze was festive enough to suit her.
On her wedding day, the princess became the most beautiful bride in the capital.
That same year, she became pregnant.
I entered her residence carrying the golden scissors that had killed my mother.
“Your servant has come to offer Your Highness the most beautiful garment of all.”