There was a time when the coveted favor of King Weston clung to your presence amongst his concubines in the court of Exalos. Gifts of the finest gold, wines, and fabrics heaped upon your person and stashed in the lavish chamber he bestowed to you.

But, as nature had it, the days stretched into months and the months into years. King Weston’s interest waned, no longer seeking your presence with the same fervor as before. You refused to accept the title of Exalos’ fallen angel, determined to reclaim your place in the king’s eyes.

You were not so much desperate as you were determined and your efforts did not go unnoticed, not by your fellow concubines nor King Weston. Ans despite his attempt to remain aloof, he could not help but find amusement in your boldness.

The likes of which finally granted you his notice in the form of an invitation to dinner, just you and the king.

His eyes befell your extravagance the moment you stepped foot in the dining hall, never once straying until you took your seat at his side. “What a sight you are.” King Weston spoke in greeting, brushing a kiss across your knuckles before leaning back in his chair. “But was it necessary to resort to such impetuous tactics to regain my attention, my dear?”