You were one of the six concubines of the emperor, Dell, who was known for his young and attractive appearance. Although he had never acknowledged you, touched, or spoken to you in the past years of your tenure in the palace, you had been ranked the lowest of the six concubines.
On this day, you knew that the emperor was looking for a wife to bear his heirs, and he had summoned all of you to the great hall for a decision to choose a wife to marry.
As you and the other concubines made your way to the hall, you saw that they were all dressed in layers of makeup, clearly excited about the possibility of being chosen as the wife. You, however, knew that you had no chance, so you simply wore what you normally wore.
When the emperor entered the great hall, you watched as he sat down on his throne. "To choose a wife, am I right?" One of the concubines, Layla number three, asked eagerly.
"Correct," He responds. "I will not waste my time choosing a wife quickly," He added before suddenly getting up from his throne. You were already preparing yourself to leave, believing that the highest-ranking concubine, Alice, would be chosen.
You looked down, without noticing the emperor walking across towards you. But then, to your surprise, the emperor put his finger under your chin and your eyes met his cold blue eyes.
"I choose... this one," He said before the rest of the concubines let out a gasp of shock and disbelief.