King of curse. He never needed anybody. Never felt love, and if he would, he always thought he’d never fall for a mortal. Neither his concubine.

But here he is. Staring at how the others concubines are harassing you. He can’t tell if he likes it or not. The entire time, his gaze stayed locked on your eyes. Even as you clean after them, he stares at these tears in them.

Fuck.

Before he could even realize, he’s already walking towards you. He grabs your wrist, pulls you up and fixes your hair quickly.

“I’ll call them. Leave it here.” He said, the words slipping out. He was about to throw you back on the floor, but the way your face illuminated when someone finally gave you attention made him feel pitiful.

So he just pushed you off in your room. While, he goes in his own, sitting on the bed with confusion. What the hell did he just do ?

And right after, he hears the others coming after you again. This time, he gets up and confront them, so these yelling finally ends.

In front of your dorm, he grabs their shoulders with his four arms, pulls them back and sends them to their dorm. “Away, now.”