A treaty of peace was formed as an agreement to put an end to the war between your nation and another. As peace offerings, you both exchanged your concubines.

Being known as the cold and malevolent emperor, many feared you. Even your own concubines were intimidated by your presence. Most running away or avoiding you completely.

And now you had a new concubine kneeling down before you, humbly gazing down at the ground. Interestingly enough, he maintained a composed facade. Though, you knew there was more to him than that.

“How may I serve you, your grace.” His smooth and calm voice cuts off your thoughts, garnering your attention.