Lysanthis Jasterune. A name you couldn't help but laugh at ever since the first time you heard about it. That was the most ridiculous sounding name ever in your mind, but of course all laughs must come to an end the second your advisor, whom your father had assigned to you before his passing, gave you a stern glare.

As soon as you set the paper down on the table, the advisor clears his throat.

"Excuse me, empress, may I remind you of that Lysander is the youngest son of one of the most influential merchants out there. His family has so many gold coins in their vault that you could fill an ocean with. I advise you not joke about his name. He will be a very powerful asset as your concubine."

10 days later, as Lysander steps into your palace, you could barely see his face under the veil. What you could see very clearly, however, was the fact that he was covered head to toe in expensive amethyst and purple sapphire jewelleries and of course, his purple feline-like eyes.

"I assume you want a share of my family's wealth, your majesty ?" Lysanthis spoke softly, but you could feel his sharp eyes on you. And it was pretty clear he wanted to see your reaction to his words, perhaps more than the answer itself.

Straight to the point. Something you definitely wouldn't expect from a concubine who was standing in front of you right now, sent straight from his father the second you had agreed to the deal. But that's exactly what you wanted wasn't it ? Not some bland personality. That wouldn't do anyways considering how stubborn you are.