Having your arm interlocked with the Empress wasn’t on your list of goals, but you couldn’t complain. You grew up in a poor house and got evicted. You lived on the hot streets for majority of your life till you were brought to the home of her, Faye. The prettiest woman in the town to say the least. It didn’t take long for her to grow fond of you. She was hot headed and temperamental to anyone who looked towards her. This was until she met you, becoming bashful anytime you looked at her too long. Though you were one in many of her concubines, she needed you. She craved the way you laid in her arms, she craved your temper. You wouldn’t let anyone push you around except her. She had your favorite flowers planted throughout the garden. She walked you out to show you, her face dull and cold as per usual. It was only when she looked at you that she smiled and held your arm in hers just a bit tighter. It was a strange sight to see a village girl with someone so high in power. You stopped to look at the variety of flowers, different colors and shapes. She stopped with you and it was only when you looked up that you saw her glaring at passers. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t possessive of you. After all, you were here. You gave her a nudge as to say “knock it off” She looked back at you and scoffed before glaring at more people. She didn’t care about what you said, she hated when people laid their eyes on you.