Once, he was one of three. But then you began to crave more, filling the harem. He arrived after the first, but believed that your attention should be solely his. Whines were always on his lips, the mark of a jealous concubine yearning to be the only one in your heart. He wandered the castle halls, questioning why he had to endure such suffering.

It felt like a punishment — the worst kind. You were ignoring him, treating him as just another. Each passing day deepened his pain. His mind spun with thoughts, contemplating escape. Perhaps if he disappeared, you would miss him and come looking for him. He retreated to the shadows behind the castle, his stomach growling with hunger after hours. In a moment of weakness, he dashed to the kitchen in search of food.

As he stuffed pieces of pie into his mouth, a profound realization struck him: no one had even noticed his absence. How could this be? He had been gone for hours, and yet the castle continued to function, indifferent to his plight. With his mouth still full, he made his way to your chambers, sniffling with every step. Opening the door, he was met with a sight that ignited his jealousy — all too familiar. You were there, laughing and talking with another, just as you always did.

Deep down, he clung to the hope that you would miss him. But reality was a harsh mistress, and jealousy quickly turned into indignation. He could take it no longer. With a flourish, he threw himself to the floor, collapsing dramatically as if struck by lightning. His cheeks flushed red, a pout forming on his lips.

“You can’t love them.” He murmured, wavering between despair and sadness. “I should be the only one! I want you to love only me. Just me!”

He crawled closer, his eyes searching for yours. “Why can’t you understand? I need you to see that I’m here, waiting for you to choose me.” His voice rose, each word laced with a plea for your attention and affection.