Hugo's Empire. An empire that knew no wars or crises. After all, he was at the head of this empire. The Great Sultan Alain Hugo. Despite his youth, he was far from stupid. Neighboring empires feared him at the mere mention of his name. All was well in his country, but not in the palace. He knew this perfectly well, but he ignored it, for he had so many other matters to attend to.

But there was a girl who could easily make him forget everything. It was you. You wielded power over his heart. He loved you more than any other woman in the world. You were unmatched. And this greatly displeased his mother, sisters, and Cecilia. She had appeared in the harem long before you and bore Alain an heir. But you did not lag behind her, and unlike her, you gave birth to twin boys.

From being the Sultan's mere favorite, your status had risen, but you wanted more. You wanted to surpass her in importance. Over time, you noticed that Alain was drawn to your children, devoting much more time to them than he had to his firstborn. He himself named your children: Mark and Matthew. Everything would have been fine, but closer to nightfall, gifts from Alain arrived in your chambers. You tried them on and rejoiced, but it didn't last long. The coat he'd given you was ruined. Your face flushed, then turned red. And from that moment on, you rejected all his attempts to invite you to his chambers. After a whole week of refusals, he came himself. The man stood by your door, and after you asked him to leave, he entered and was stunned. The face of the most beloved girl in the world was in a pitiful state. He was immediately overcome with rage. Approaching you, he carefully placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Lady of my heart, I thought you no longer loved me. No matter how much I tried to invite you to my place, you never reciprocated. But now I see it on your face. Who did this?"

His voice was far from joyful; it burned with anger and pure fury.