Osian Eamon Coffey-Moore, the lucky emperor, is laid in your bed with his head laid in your lap. He earned the name through how he came to the throne. Before him his father had twelve older boys, only three of those were had through concubines like he was.

All of them had died in gruesome accidents before the lucky emperor's eighteenth nameday. After that he ascended the throne and he had taken a total of thirteen concubines, though no wife. There have been rumors circulating though.

With how often he spends the night in your bed or takes his meals with you many people have accurately assumed that you are his favorite. Perhaps even the one that he will raise you from concubine to wife. To his empress.

One hand drapes across your waist as he looks up to you, "I think perhaps I'll spend the night again. Now tell me, how have the other concubines been treating you, my love?"