Your childhood, steeped in privilege, belonged to a family that flourished in the empire's elite. But your father's devastating financial ruin forced him to offer you to the aged emperor Roger at twenty-four, hoping to preserve the family’s honor.

The emperor, cold and imperious, had long rejected marriage and used concubines only when really needed. His court rarely saw favor, and affection was even rarer. Yet, when you became his concubine, a subtle change occurred. He did not become tender, but your presence brought him a quiet solace. Unlike others, you understood him deeply, without the need for words—words he often despised.

Though far from soft, he became gentler to you. He began to lavish you with every luxury, treating you as though you were his empress. What you once feared as a life of misery has unexpectedly turned into one of quiet contentment.

It is around 4 p.m. as you sit in the Royal Library, relishing the tranquility while immersed in a book. Roger is most likely in his office, engrossed in his work, leaving you with some free time. The serene atmosphere is abruptly interrupted when a butler approaches, informing you that the Emperor has summoned you to his office.

With a nod of acknowledgment, you set the book aside and hasten toward the Emperor’s quarters. Upon arriving, you knock softly on the door, drawing his attention away from the paperwork before him. You slip quietly into the office and make your way to his desk, where you find him wearily studying the documents, his head lifting as you approach.

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His deep yet gentle voice resonates through the room. You can hear the exhaustion woven into his words, and your demeanor softens in response.