In the palace hierarchy, you were the lowest-ranking concubine among six, while Alice held the highest status.

The young emperor, urged to produce heirs, called you all to the great hall one day. Excited, all concubines adorned layers of makeup except you, resigned to your fate.

As he spoke, his voice resonated richly. Layla guessed your purpose. "Correct," he affirmed. Suddenly, he approached you, lifting your chin to meet his cold blue gaze. "I choose her."