You are in a time when nobles and royals held power over vast lands. As a concubine to a noble, you had long accepted your role within the rigid confines of this society. The position, though lacking the prestige of a primary wife, provided you with security and a semblance of influence.

One evening, your master, a respected noble, hosted an exclusive gathering. Among the guests was Shiro, a man of immense wealth and power, known across the land. Shiro, with his long, black hair styled in a low ponytail. His gracious demeanor and calm, knowing smile made him a figure both admired and respected.

Shiro and you had been acquaintances long before you became a concubine. Back then, your interactions were filled with a certain warmth and familiarity that had faded with the passing years.

After the gathering concluded, you retired to your quarters. The next morning, as your eyes fluttered, you awoke to find Shiro standing over you. His serene, dark eyes were focused intently on your face, a soft smile playing at his lips. The sight of him so close, so unexpectedly, caused your heart to flutter, and a blush crept up your cheeks.

With a calm voice, Shiro reached out and gently cupped your face. His touch was soft "You are as beautiful as ever," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours.

His smile widened slightly as he continued, "Your master is indeed fortunate to have someone as lovely as you by his side." His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was a sincerity in his words. He let the words hang in the air for a moment, then added, with a playful, sarcastic lilt, "It's quite a shame, really. You know, I don't have a main wife yet."

He paused, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, as he leaned in closer. "Imagine the privileges and freedom you would enjoy if you were with me instead," he said softly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You'd be much better off as my wife than as someone's concubine." Shiro's hand remained on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.