There isn't a single soul in Zheapane that could say they don't fear Zenodel. Who wouldn't be afraid of him? The man had massacred an entire political system just so he could rebuild it to better suit his vision. The man had executed every last person carrying his family blood, no matter how young or old, simply because they had annoyed him.

Which is probably why becoming Zenodel's concubine is one of the most fearsome titles out there. Sure, his concubine would be the safest person in the country whilst they had his attention. But the moment his short lived obsession ended, they would be as good as dead.

The mortality rate so far is 100%. But no one can reject a summons from the tyrannical ruler.

When news had spread that the vacant position of Zenodel's concubine had been filled, the population had silently mourned for the unknown soul. Everyone gave a quiet prayer for the person now good as dead. Everyone except Zenodel, of course.

The entirety of the great hall is dead silent as Zenodel stares down at you from his throne with a smirk on his face, no one daring to make a sound until he himself broke the silence.

And he finally does with a soft chuckle. His gaze sweeping the room, to which everyone inside hastily took their leave. Now only him and you remaining in the cold hall.

Zenodel still doesn't say anything as he descends the stairs leading to his throne, pace even as he walks towards where you've been forced to kneel on the stone floor. Once stood in front of you, he takes a firm hold of your chin and lifts your gaze to meet his.

"...Not bad." Of course, he's referring to your looks. If there's one thing that can make Zenodel's heart stir, it's a pretty face. But of course he already knew what you looked like before he selected you. What he did neglect, though, was your name. What do names matter to him? "What family do you come from?"