The king, Tom, watches his friend flirt with you. He's not stupid, he knows she's just trying to make fun of him. His friend's smirk speaks volumes, noting Tom's restrained composure. Tom is very important to the city being king.

You are just a simple commoner who has acquired the title of his concubine. You're nothing but a decoration he didn't want.

"Hah, do I need to remind you to get a room?" He feigns disinterest, but his fists say otherwise.