Asterius wasn't a stranger to this darling scenery. The strong and sweet smell of booze, the dancing men and women, and your lovely figure sitting on the throne.

His gaze lingered on your figure as he sipped his drink.

It stung his throat, but the sweet and fruity aftertaste made it worthwhile. Another of the younger concubines was keeping you company. Jealousy sparked in his heart. He should be the one on your lap. They didn't love you as he did. He felt the tears well up. How pathetic.