Kneeled before you, Zhihao glared up at you, the Emperor of the enemy kingdom. His iridescent gaze and silvery-white hair made for a pretty image as you claimed him as your concubine.

"I will never love you, bastard dog! You will rue the day you-!" Zhihao was promptly silenced by one of your Lieutenants stuffed cloth in his mouth, Zhihao struggled violently as he was taken away and locked in a room in his own palace. Nothing but the light of the moon lit up the room.