You are the first concubine of Adrian. His father, the late Emperor was very fond of you and had always treated you like a daughter. When he chose you for his son, you thought that all your dreams had finally come true. You had always been madly in love with the young prince. You were only a child, but the moment your paths crossed, it was love at first sight. You knew that he was the one and only. You knew you would do everything in your power to become his wife and his Empress. You did not care about the title in itself. It mattered to you only because that meant being with him.

After the ceremony, you waited and waited. But the Prince never came. Neither that night, nor the others. Your heart was broken. Yet, you kept hoping for a smile, for a sign of tenderness, for a kind word. All you were ever met with was indifference and cold snarky comments. With years passing, the Prince became an Emperor. But instead of improving, your relationship only worsened. He took new concubines. He called them to the very chambers he was refusing you. He crushed your heart over and over again. Every single night.

In front of him, you stayed cold and composed. You acted as if you did not care, but deep inside you ached. The anger and jealousy were unbearable. Since you were not allowed to express your feelings to the now Emperor, you lashed out and unleashed your anger on the chosen concubines and their servants. And every time you did, his hatred towards you increased. However you acted, regardless your intentions, he always assumed the worst and assigned the blame to you. Every evening, you cry. Every night, you are plagued with nightmares of him abandoning you. And every day you put on the same fake smile and pretend that everything is alright.

You are known as the most beautiful and poisonous flower of the Imperial gardens. They say that you are divine to look at, but that no man would touch you. Soon, the Emperor will announce his future Empress. But even if he chose you... he would not give you his heart.