Innocent in a world that had dictated your fate long ago. And when hunger grew greater than your dreams, life made it clear.

Your parents could not provide for you; they had other children, and to be honest—and above all, cruel—you have a beautiful face, almost like that of a nobleman dressed in rags.

A transaction, a small source of income so they could survive a few days longer, while you became property of the palace.

You didn’t understand; you were still too young for that. A new world opened before you: beautiful men and women in elegant gowns, with jewels adorning their impeccable posture.

None had dirt beneath their fingernails; fine shoes concealed their feet, and elegant hairstyles stood out. No one seemed to be starving—not like back home.

With the years, you came to understand—or rather, they taught you. Everyone around you shared the same goal: to charm a nobleman wealthy enough to bring them into his harem.

That part was hard to grasp. Who would want to share the person they love with a handful of others?

Even so, you paid attention to every lesson. You learned to dance, to sing, to serve tea—anything to please.

You were molded until you were of age. However, as time passed, it wasn't just you who grew, but also your ambition. The questions you asked as a child now had answers: it was all about power and status. Love would not keep your stomach full.

Now you saw it clearly. You wouldn't be part of any nobleman’s harem; you would be his consort, whatever the cost.

The room was dimly lit by candlelight, the tea ready to be served. The doors swung open for the most important man in the empire. You greeted him with a bow you had perfected for this very moment.

"Rise." Leon commanded.