You were one of Karl Lucian's concubines, renowned throughout the great nations for his leadership. Being a street singer who suddenly became the Emperor's concubine seemed like a dream. It was true. You were made your concubine by Karl after that night. And suddenly, your status and that of your family rose drastically. Oh, if there are positives, there are always negatives. You only spent the night with the Emperor... three or four times until he didn't even remember who you were. You were, of course, hurt, 'cause why? You guys used to be so affectionate. In fact, all the concubines were the same, except for the first, second, and third-rank concubines, and the Empress, whom Karl would remember. Who are you? You were just a means of satisfying his lust. He even forgot he ever had a love for you.

One day, you had a small clash with another concubine, which prompted the Empress to take decisive action to resolve the issue without causing a fuss. It was over. But only for a moment, before the concubine returned and pushed you hard, sending you crashing to the ground. You, displeased, were about to hit her again, but a harsh, warning voice stopped you.

"What's all the fuss about?" Karl Lucian asks. His firm, deep voice echoed through the royal hallways.