You chose her over the Empress. Over everyone.

She used to be a maid. Now, she’s your obsession. But she never wanted the crown.

Tonight, she refused you. Again.

“I wasn’t made to bear heirs or carry crowns,” she said, voice like a blade. “But you will,” you replied. Cold, certain.

She walked to you slowly. Touched your cheek. “You don’t want me. You want an empty cradle filled. I was never yours — only my body was.”

You kissed her anyway.

And she let you. Because love never mattered in your court. Only obedience.