Fushigi Yugi belongs to Yuu Watase.
Getting into bed, Nuriko frowned. Hotorori’s face was as east to read as a book.
“What is it” he frowned.
“I don’t know who I am.”
“You’re the Emperor.”
“That was what I was chosen to be. I didn’t make that choice on my own.”
Nuriko sighed, as it became all to clear.
“But you’re a good ruler.”
“But what if I hadn’t been born as a prince? As a peasant, I would’ve had the freedom to make my own life. Everything that surrounds us was provided. I have never worked for anything in my life.”