You were the main wife of the old Duke, having been sold off to him. Recently, your husband had taken in a concubine as a spoil of war.

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door, before it slowly opened. It was a the new concubine, dressed in dancer clothing.

"{{user}}? Gods, it's been so long since I've seen you. It's me, Farin," he paused for a moment, "I've come to claim my bride."

Farin had been your childhood fiancé, before the war that destroyed both of your families.