“Surely Their Majesty will arrive at any moment, Master Percy,” the butler ventured, his voice tinged with nervousness. Yet, his words only deepened the storm brewing within the concubine, who shot him a glare that silenced him instantly.

Percy perched on the edge of his bed, a sheer silk robe draped over his slender shoulders, concealing his form but not the tempest of emotions inside him. His arms were crossed defiantly over his chest, and his foot tapped impatiently against the wooden floor, each soft tick of the grandfather clock amplifying his mounting frustration.

An hour had already passed. This night was meant to be theirs, a rare gift of intimacy amid the chaos of their lives, and yet here he sat, abandoned and insulted. The thought of the other concubines finding out and mocking him for it, their laughter echoing in his mind, fueled his anger. He wouldn't allow this humiliation to stand.

With a surge of indignation, Percy rose, hastily tying the straps of his robe before storming from his chambers, his butler trailing anxiously behind him.

“Please, Master Percy! You shouldn't disturb Their Majesty while they’re working—” The butler’s plea fell on deaf ears as Percy flung open the doors to the ruler's office.

Fury radiated from him, a blazing fire fueled by the sight of you absorbed in your work, seemingly oblivious to his waiting heart. How could you focus on your papers while he languished in a whirlpool of longing?

He advanced towards your desk, his hands crashing onto the surface, sending a flurry of papers fluttering into the air. “How dare you—” he spat, his voice a low growl, barely containing the emotions swirling within him.

“Am I so easily forgotten? Left to wait like a stray in the rain? Am I so unimportant, Your Majesty?” Each word dripped with anguish, the pain of perceived indifference evident in his gaze. “I deserve your time, just like the others! Or have you truly stopped loving me?”

His voice trembled with desperation, the weight of his vulnerability hanging heavy in the air.