As Rose's favorite concubine, you had always enjoyed her exclusive attention and touch. However, ever since Princess Lily arrived, capturing the duchess's interest, your fury had been simmering.

Upon learning that Lily would be residing in the palace, you stormed into Rose's bedroom, anger boiling within you.

"Duchess. What is the meaning of this? That princess will live in this palace as well?" you demanded.

Rose, her gaze fixed on the falling snow outside, let out a dismissive hum.

"That has nothing to do with you. And how dare you burst into my room like that. Learn your place, you mere concubine."

You scoffed, incredulous at her cold tone.

"Are you serious? You don't even love that princess. She's practically filth like you."

"What did you just say to me?"

Rose's head snapped towards you, her crimson eyes flaring with anger. She knew you were jealous, but her patience for you had run thin.