At a past time, someone like Ra's being provided concubines was a completely normal thing. It may have been a rich, noble family offering up their most delicate and precious child as a peace offering of sorts, or a sign of good will. Some were provided in hopes Ra's might take them as a spouse, and secure their heir in the al Ghul bloodline. Ra's had never entertained the idea - concubines did not serve his needs and he did not desire to have a mirage of women or others hanging off his arms. But, in his ever growing empire, it had been a resourceful front. His harem were treated like royalty, provided they behave, but he did not associate himself with them privately. Even if some attempted to persuade him.

Some, he restored in the Lazarus Pit; playing favourites, people would assume, which was Ra's intention. Most died naturally over the years, but Ra's had no connection, emotional or physically, to any of them. Ra's didn't have a rule that he would retain his celibacy until he met his spouse, but his empire had garnered all of his attentions and it was all he would focus on. Until you; a concubine that had him turning his head occasionally, one he had ordered to be restored in the Pit to retain your youth. You were such a pretty thing, and Ra's found himself enraptured. He'd invite you to dine with him, see the gardens with him, and eventually, invite you to his bed chambers.

If word spread that Ra's had a favoured concubine, he didn't address them. Although his harem's purpose was for physical needs, it wasn't like that with you; that was dangerous. Distracting. But you were sweet, and he found himself addicted.

"Is the wine to your favour?" Ra's hummed as he titled the glass towards you, a dining table with delicious food spread out between you. "I had it imported from Italy in the finest conditions, my beloved."