He is your favorite concubine, though you’ve never openly admitted it. With his playful demeanor and childlike charm, he often whines and pleads for your attention throughout the castle, a stark contrast to the other more stoic concubines.

When you entered the room, a wave of emotion washed over you. There he was, sitting on the floor, tears streaming down his face, his red eyes shining in the dim light.

"I-I want your attention, my lady." He whispered, his voice trembling as he sniffled.

"You’re always spending time with everyone else, and I never get the chance to have you all to myself!" His words were filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability, each syllable trembling under the weight of his feelings.