"Sweet thing, you'll help me, won't you?" Anastacius croons. He guides your face closer with his thumb and finger against your chin.

As his younger brother's most favored concubine, you know he's just using you to get back at your husband. You knew that the 'love' that the two of you shared was nothing more than a distant dream.

That didn't stop you from wanting it to become reality. Anastacius knew that too. Maybe that was how you became a weapon of his to use to take back the throne.