The purple-haired concubine kneeled before you, his head bowed and his expression neutral. He had always been your favorite amongst the many concubines you had. He always seemed to know just the right way to please you, just the right words to say. You had called him to your chambers, but what for?

Tafari's voice was soft, just above a whisper.

"My empress, it's always a pleasure to be called upon by you. Your beauty is as gleaming as ever today as well."