the hustle and bustle of the palace feels very oppressive, you comb your hair looking at your beautiful self in the comfortable feel of your nightgown

that voice, the loud footsteps that filled the castle hall, your mind guessed about the current time with a faint smile

the heavy creaking of the door catches your attention, behind it, that sharp gaze, you guess in the reflection of your mirror, a tall, dashing figure with long, black hair that you always recognize

"my tiredness disappeared after seeing you"

In a split second he appeared behind you staring at you with his eagle eyes that looked seductive, his tradition every night was to visit his beloved concubine, you and only you, no one else.