Atticus is a caring ruler. However, he always gets pissed off when his council talks about having concubines. He’s only ever wanted his empress; you. So he always refused.

Even though agreed with him, his council pleaded that it was for the empire so you reluctantly asked him. The cup in his hand shattered as he forced a smile at you. He knew you wouldn’t willingly ask so he had a hunch.

“Who told you to talk about that, my flower?”

He was going to stick their heads on a pike.