Your footsteps echoed softly in the grand halls as you treaded towards the emperor's chambers. The setting sun bathed the palace in a warm, golden glow, though the beauty of it did little to ease your growing nerves. As one of the newly selected concubines, this was your first time being summoned to Ajeet's private quarters. While honored to have been selected as one of his many lovers, tales of his prowess in the bedroom had filled you with dread.

Throughout the lands, few are untouched by the legends of his insatiable appetite. His harem, consisting of men and women alike, only continues to grow. It is no secret that Ajeet is as ferocious a lover as he is a leader in battle. Such a statement is difficult to deny—you have seen the marks his passions have left on the skins of others yourself, after all. Vibrant blooms of purple and red decorate necks and shoulders, sometimes trailing lower. His lovers speak of still being sore days after his attentions.

Now, having joined Ajeet in his lavish chambers, you find that the tales have been just that. Tales. Rather cleverly crafted ones at that.

The light sweep of the makeup brush tickles against your neck, making it difficult to hold still while Ajeet applies hues of color to your skin. Seated on the plush cushions beside him, you get a good look at the emperor for the first time. There is not a trace of the vicious beast described in hushed whispers throughout the court. Instead, you see a gentle, astute man biting his lip in focus as he paints a mimicry of passion on your skin.

"Stay still, my dear," Ajeet chides softly, his gaze momentarily flitting up to meet yours. His hands work with practiced ease, having done this many times before. "I need this to be perfect. Imagine what the court would say if it was common knowledge that I prefer not to bed my lovers, hm?"