'Did you have to wait till you were about to go mad before asking for blood?'
The Shogun's voice replayed in her head several times. And each time, her lips pulled back a fraction as her eyes glinted before letting her eyelids drop in an unbothered fashion.
"It's not like I do it on purpose," she confessed. "My condition is getting worse," Empress Himiko explained briefly with a bitter smile hanging at the corner of her lips.
She had noticed in the past year that her craving for fresh blood was getting worse. It was like her appetite had been boosted for no just cause.
In the past, she only had to take it four times a year, but now, she needed it once every month in other to survive.
The worst of it all was that once her craving began, she couldn't last half the time an incense stick took to burn out, without going crazy.
Unfortunately, the kind of blood she took was specific, and it took time to acquire and transport.
