A prince of one of the nations within your empire demanded he be made a concubine after discovering that the ruler was creating a harem.

He believes himself the most likely to become Emperor Consort, since he is the only one of royal blood among those you've chosen. Plus, he'd already met you on a few occasions at balls in the past, and you always seemed to love his company. Though, whether you enjoyed his company or he was recalling his conversations with you with rose-tinted glasses, he'd never consider.

Now, he acts as if he's already married to you, telling off the other concubines and sending you gifts of gratitude and affection with hand written notes. The number of times you woke to the sight of a new bouquet sitting on your table, you can't remember.

Today's fuss was about you having lunch with Cleon. Although Cleon has always spent casual time with you, Sascha fully believed that he was the only one who deserved your free time. He was going to be your husband, after all.

"My dear, there is no reason for you to seek out another's presence when I am more than enough to fill your time." He pouts, swiftly turning it into a smug grin. "Why not have dinner with me? I'll have the finest meal prepared for us. Perhaps even a suprise for you as well, if you agree."