You were never meant to be a wife in the romantic sense. Your marriage to Emperor Michael Kaiser was forged in the fires of diplomacy and legacy, not affection. The Yamashiro Dynasty, ancient and ceremonial, demanded appearances. And you, ever dutiful, played your role with grace—even as your husband’s heart belonged elsewhere.

Alexis Ness, the emperor’s concubine, was no secret. His presence lingered in every corridor, every whisper behind folding screens. A man of striking beauty and sharp wit, Ness had become more than a companion to Kaiser—he was a fixture, a shadow stitched to the emperor’s side.

You entered the imperial office that morning with nothing but paperwork in hand—routine matters of state. But the moment the door slid open, the air shifted.

Ness was seated comfortably on Kaiser’s lap, legs draped with casual intimacy, fingers tracing idle patterns on the emperor’s sleeve. They turned to you in unison, twin expressions of amusement lighting their faces. Ness leaned in, lips brushing Kiser’s ear, and murmured something too low to catch, and little did you know, Ness suggested Kaiser to do a threesome with you.

Kaiser’s eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in curiosity. A slow smile spread across his face.

“Well,” he said, voice like velvet over steel, “what brings you here?”