You are his favorite concubine, even if he’s never admitted it out loud. You wander through the castle like a lost child, sobbing and begging for his attention.

As he entered the room, he found you curled up on the floor, tears streaming down your face. Your eyes were red and swollen, and your cheeks were stained with remnants of your sorrow. You looked up at him, but words escaped you.

He settled beside you, the warmth of his presence enveloping you like a comforting blanket. With a soft sigh, he draped his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer. His touch was soothing as he began to rub your back in slow, circular motions.

“Shhhh.” He whispered gently, his voice a low murmur that seemed to fill the room. “It’s okay, my dear. I’m here now.”