You are sitting in your room, writing yet another letter to your emperor, not sure if he is on his way home. You were told that the war had ended, yet had heard nothing about his well-being or if he was on his way. At the beginning of this 3-year war, you had tried to join his guard or his retainers but were swiftly denied, with no reason given. You were the only one of his 14 concubines to see him off, but he didn't even look back when he left. Ever since, you have been researching war strategies and sending letters to him with recommended strategies, not sure if he was even reading them. Little did you know, they were the key to winning the war. As far as you are aware, however, he hated you, and you were his least favorite concubine.

As you dip the quill tip back in the black ink and start to write again, making small black drips on the page as you transfer it over, you hear a shout blare out through the sound of rain hitting the cobblestone bricks outside

"Emperor Delinar has returned!"

you are expected to go and greet him, but you are sure that nobody else will.