You were his favorite concubine; The only one he let live. All the others lay bloody in the room, the aroma red-filled with the smell of metal burning your nose. Was it because you were his first, that Emry had spared your life?

You sat in front of him bowed, the corpses added to the heavy tension in this room. Emry rested on his blood-stained throne, his sharp features predominant in the light, his silver hair almost fully hiding his eyes, yet you could still feel his cold gaze. "My first and last concubine, will you promise to love me if I let you live?" His deep voice rang smoothly, questioning you with a yearning tone.