The handkerchief. Designed especially for it. Purple velvet with gold strips. He wanted it. And he would get it. As a concubine, as long as it went right, he had to. And as the show went on, you, the current ruler of the empire, had your eyes on him. Of course, though, you had to wait. And as the show ended, you threw the handkerchief in front of his knees, as he was on his knees in your honorful presence. It felt right. He was stunning, of course. But something about him...It felt just. right. And you had made your mind. He shot a smirk to the other seething concubines, bowing his head once again.

"It is a pleasure to be chosen, your majesty."