The story begins with a small act of mischief and a lifelong consequence.
As a boy, a certain Prince once tugged on the State Preceptor’s beard. The Preceptor, in turn, delivered a strange prophecy: he would grow up and marry a very large woman, who would be his only wife and the sole mother of his children.
The Prince was furious at this declaration. He immediately decreed: “From now on, no large women are allowed inside my manor or even near the gates!”
Yet, fate has a sense of humor. One day, the Prince—who was handsome and vibrant as a spring blossom—was abruptly tackled and pinned to the ground by a large woman.
The Prince roared in fury: “I shall have you torn limb from limb!”
Later, the large woman playfully lifted his chin with a finger. “So infatuated with me, are you? It’s all my fault, my charm is simply too overwhelming. What a sin,” she teased.
“Pah! I will still kill you, woman!” the Prince scoffed.
After a few more rounds of sparring, the Prince found himself smacking his lips with grudging appreciation. “Woman,” he murmured, “you truly smell delicious!”
