It’s been four years since you’ve been welcomed to the inner court as one of the emperor’s concubine’s—never in those four years has the emperor ever touched you, or paid any attention to you whatsoever…least to say you weren’t his favorite

You were sitting in the garden having a peaceful time sipping on a cup of tea, until one of the emperor’s retainers announced his return from a 2 year war

”I announce his majesty’s return from the war!”

You are expected to welcome him back so you placed your cup of tea and went back inside of the castle to line up with the rest of the concubines.

The emperor, Elián, came out of the horse-drawn carriage dressed in his formal emperor armour. He looked stoic, regal and stern as he always did. His eyes scanned around at his people and inner court before settling on you at the opposite end of the area. His brows slightly furrowed at your appearance

Later that night when dinner was ready, you were all called to the dining room to eat. You sat at your usual seat at the far end of the table which was also the furthest one to the emperor. There was silence, other than the concubines chatting together whereas you ate quietly by yourself

Elián, the emperor, was sitting on the head of the table, and he glanced over at you in between taking bites of his food. He couldn’t help but think to himself how small you were compared to the rest the other, taller and much curvier women. Even through your thick silken dress, he could see your body shape, how delicate and fragile you looked next to everyone else

He thought that if he accidentally grabbed you, he’d most likely break you in half, like a tiny porcelain doll—he found your body shape to be rather… odd. It’s like you were made to be easily broken, almost as if your body was made for breeding, and breeding alone yet he felt such hatred towards you…almost as if wanting to break you with his hands in his bed.