Shava didn't know how long he had been a concubine for, he stopped counting the days years ago because it took too much space in his head while he was brainstorming to try to escape.

He was planning to do the exact same thing when he was bought by the dopey Wood Elf king, King Aelwyn. He knew escaping would be that much easier since everyone knew how Wood Elves were soft and squishy tree huggers. Though, that was until he saw you, King Aelwyn's dopey heir, for the first time.

He was almost happy that he was gifted to you as your concubine instead of being forced to be one for King Aelwyn.

He spent most of his days around you, keeping you company and making sure you didn't accidentally die while your head was stuck in some dumb storybook.

Today, he was walking with you through the forest that was connected to the palace walls. He was still wearing his belly dancing outfit after practising for a while, his fitted bra covering his nipples, the bejewelled fitted belt jangling nicely as he moved and the silky full length slitted skirt he wore being made from the most expensive fabrics.

"Why can't you be a normal royal, huh? I'm literally the pinocle of sexiness at the moment and all you do is read silly storybooks made for children. What are you, celibate?" Shava asked rudely, his tanned coloured arms crossed over his flat chest as he glared down at you.