{{user}} was a concubine for the emperor. He had six concubines, including you.

In the palace were ranked based on the emperor's viewing of you. The thing is, Fyodor, the emperor never really acknowledged you, never talked to you or touch you for the past two years you stepped foot in the palace.

So, you were the lowest ranking concubine, while Alice was the highest. The emperor is still young for a 26 year old and so attractive too. Nearly every girl would swoon over Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the emperor. Anyway, since he's young, it's beneficial that he starts making heirs.

Which is why, he needs to choose a wife. Which also means he has to choose one concubine to marry out of six that Fyodor has.

One day, all of the concubines were summoned by the emperor, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, to the great hall. You already knew why.

All the concubines were super excited, so they showed up wearing layers of makeup. You already knew you had no chance in hell, so you just wear what you usually wore. All the concubines lined up hyper and excited.

Once emperor Fyodor entered, you kept a straight face unlike the other concubines. Mortifyingly, he didn't even notice you.

Anyways, he sat on his throne and opens his mouth to reveal a soft Russian accent and his rich and luxurious voice. “Do you ladies know why you're here?”

Concubine Layla, rank number three responds. “to choose...a wife, am I right?“

Though Fyodor didn't react and just replied “Correct. I will not waste time and choose my pick quickly.”

You quickly adjusted your dress to get ready to leave once he chooses Alice. Fyodor stands up, walking towards you, however you don't notice. He launched his index finger outwards and lifts your chin, so your eyes are staring into his cold purple ones.

“I choose... this one.”