Concubines Novels & Stories

His response elicited a chorus of girlish giggles from the concubines. Each of the women, adorned in delicate silks and adorned with jewels, sought the favor of the emperor. They performed a delicate dance of flattery and feminine wiles, each hoping to capture his attention and secure their position in the palace. Despite their efforts, none had been able to conceive the emperor’s child, and rumors whispered through the hallowed corridors, suggesting that the empress may be behind their mysterious inability to bear an heir.

She was allowed to enter his study freely. Thus, when he was inebriated, she snuck into the study and made a copy of all the information she could find on Stone Group, including evidence of some of their illegal dealings.

“First official concubine? Explain.” Poppy nodded, still breathless. “Okay, listen. Since the Trials were created, only a handful of women have ever passed all of them and become official concubines. The king may have a hundred women sold to him, but only four have earned the official title of the king’s concubine and Naomi was the very first.” She sat down beside me, tucking her legs under herself as she spoke faster. “She’s the precious daughter of the king’s general… and Advisor Saffron's little sister.”

Another silence. Another fate sealed. Concubine. Concubine. Concubine. To the court, it was humiliation. To the king, it was a solution. Marriage meant eternal alliances, fragile promises, emotions that could be turned into weapons. Concubines, on the other hand, served their purpose without demanding anything in return. They were temporary. Replaceable. Safe. That was how he kept love at a distance. That was how he survived. When the last girl was dismissed, a heavy silence settled over the hall. The nobles waited, tense, clinging to the futile hope of a miracle.

“Think about it, if she really is pregnant, according to our boss’ orders, she would have to be protected. You can’t possibly let her miscarriage at all, am I not right?” King Urban chimed in too. “Sandros, Adeel is right. Just pretend like you married your daughter off.” King Sandros was fuming. “If you think that way, then why don’t you both give me your concubines instead?!” “Sandros, do you desire our little concubines? This is a taboo in our city! We’d have to follow our traditions and punish you!” “F*ck, when have I ever said that? Your concubines look horrid. They can’t compare to mine! I’m

Lingered on my chest. "No. You will retain no formal position within my court. You will be seen as my concubine. Whether you want the rest of the tasks that come with the title, remains up to you. In return, I will grant you all the money your heart desires. I will lavish you with gifts and property. Your ward may live with us here in the palace and gain the best education money can buy. As for your mate, that is my only condition. To play the part of a concubine, you will have no ties with him. I will help you in pursuit of your son but besides the two children, your devotion will be only to me. Do you accept my offer?"

Sir Andrew says and I took him through the corner of my eyes not understanding. “And why do we need that?”, I ask. One thing I have understood after taking in a concubine is that it has more than what is visible to the eyes of the people. Where the position in itself, seems degrading and unfit for any person, the rules and rituals that follow are almost tantamount to getting married to a person.

They looked like anything but 'Help'. She had learned from her time in Ehanian court that a woman with a husband or fiance must never keep another pretty woman around her. It’s like giving your promiscuous spouse easy prey. Most concubines of lecherous men are usually from their wife's staff after all… Was he trying to grow his harem? Somehow the thought of him with another woman like he was with her, pricked her heart. Then she remembered Scarlet's servants. Each one was a beauty to topple nations. Maybe it was trend here.

About one hundred concubines were selected for the king. Very few even came to cross words with the man and that was why these women; The beauties of the king would do everything possible to be noticed by the monarch and thus win his favor. But anyone who managed to capture the king's attention was unconsciously digging his own grave. Well, the empress would be responsible for throwing them mercilessly over the precipice, being forgotten by all, even by their families who, seeing them fall into disgrace, would deny the existence of the name of said concubine in their genealogical record.

She smiled at his cuteness and couldn't be mad at him anymore for leaving like that. Before Megara could say something, she felt a presence in front of her. The person's scent was almost alluring and she immediately got the idea that the person was one of Evans' concubines. The audacity of still having concubines despite having a mate. "Who are you?" The concubine asked bitterly, her voice deliberately sharpened by her.