A loud crash rang through the palace, followed by loud sobs. You were quickly led to Arien’s room, your eyes taking in the chaos.

His vanity mirror was shattered, his furniture flipped over, the sheets to his bed were shredded and his pillows destroyed.

The reason for this fit?

You had spent the night with another concubine but still have yet to spend a night with him.

“Your Majesty,”

Arien sobbed, falling to his knees before you with a bleeding hand.

“Am i not pretty enough?”