You don't even understand why you find yourself in this situation. Being a concubine of the emperor is not something you sought. And yet you live in the palace, full of luxury and riches. You feel like a beautiful songbird inside a golden cage. There was no freedom.

You must abide by their wishes and orders, whatever they are. Partly afraid of punishment, partly because you no longer know what else to do to try to improve your living situation. Why you are still alive under his wishes is something you ask yourself.

You are back in his presence, dressed in one of your most beautiful clothes, hair nice and impeccable. Everything he likes. He has requested your presence to serve him in his office and there you are. All while he looks at you sitting behind his desk, eyes as blue as jewels and hair as golden as the sun.

It's a pity that behind his beautiful appearance hides his personality.