The Concubine Ending Explanation Novels & Stories

Did I? . Concubine ➡ Forgive me my lord... . Mukhtar ➡ Out all of you... OUT!!!! . The slaves and the concubines immediately leave his presence... He curses them all as they leave the chamber... Shortly afterwards...A woman walks into the chamber with a very tall bulky black slave.

“I just don’t want to hear any of your complicated explanations.” “You have to listen, so you don’t misunderstand me,” I insisted, sitting on the edge of the mattress so she couldn’t escape my gaze. “Yuri was a concubine selected by the officials after it was revealed that you were not strong enough to have my baby. However, we never expected that barely a month ago you were suddenly going to conceive. They still refused to remove Yuri because the doctor was not certain about you successfully having the baby or even surviving after having the baby.”

His gaze was fixed on his trusted guard, Glenn who seemed a little hesitant to talk. "Speak! Now" Maxwell said lazily as he leaned back on the chair. "Um, actually...about an hour ago, the royal concubine's body was found inside the pond in the garden. By the time the guards brought her out, she was already...dead. Her maid was also found dead by the side of the pond. She seemed to have been stabbed to death. There was no clear injury on the royal concubine's... body" Glenn said solemnly. He paused in his words to observe the king's expression. Seeing the king's expressionless face, Glenn really felt bad for royal concubine Amber. He could only sigh in his head and continue his words.

I subconsciously yelled with wide eyes. "Yes, babies..." He emphasized the babies as he whispered seductively. His dark and domineering aura was now replaced by a slightly calm one. So that was what they meant by pubs? I thought they were talking about something else. Now I understand why he wanted a concubine in the absence of a mate. It was to give him heirs. My hands subconsciously rolled into a ball as I thought of this, and now more than ever, my urge to escape intensified.

“And that’s exactly why you’re perfect for him. He needs someone easy to mold, and that’s you. You’re a pawn, not a player. A concubine who can offer him power.” The word “concubine” slammed into me like a punch to the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. It echoed in my head, stinging and relentless. My heart thudded so loudly it drowned out the faint creak of the wind outside the window. My mouth fell open, a protest half-formed, but the weight of his gaze made the words stumble and tangle on my tongue. I wanted to shout, to deny everything he was saying, but the raw certainty in his eyes stilled my voice, suffocating me with doubt.

And something about the way he said it made me uneasy. Before I could ask for a translation, he had already turned towards the door. My eyes stayed on his back as he reached for the handle. But then, he paused and turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting sideways. "And one more thing..." Something in his tone made my chest tighten again. "This marriage ends once the child is born."

I looked down at our bare bodies, at the messy sheets that still smelled like our desperate lovemaking, and forced a cruel, careless shrug. ​"But don't worry about this," I said, gesturing casually between the two of us. "We can still continue. We can still go on just like this. So what if I marry Clara? So what if she bears the Luna title and bears my children?" ​I leaned back, delivering the final, fatal blow with a voice as cold as ice. "You can still be my concubine." ​Rebecca’s eyes widened, a horrifying mix of shock and anger flashing through them. "What did you just say?" she spat, the words catching in her throat as if she couldn't believe the awful things coming out of my mouth.

Nathania didn't have time to think about her mother's selfishness, for her there were more important things that she wanted to know. "Jim Ronson seduced the king's concubine and was hanged. But, who was the king's concubine? Father has seven concubines, that means one of them is the concubine they mean! I rarely see father with other concubines except Aunt Valerie," she thought. She thought of the possibilities to find the answer to what happened to Jim Ronson and Grandma Lori. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty?" Lady Valerie was standing in front of her, looking at her while showing her signature smile.

The 20 different concubines would scheme and fight against each other on a daily basis. After hearing about the letter, Sena locked herself in her room. She grew so depressed that she began to lose excessive amounts of weight due to starvation. She refused to eat anything after learning of her arranged marriage to a playboy. She detested Jang, Sejoon so much that she wanted to run away desperately. Sena could not tell Junho about any of this, because she didn’t want to lose Junho. Her love was so strong, but her heart was too weak.

I jerked my head away, resisting. "I won't drink it! Who said I agreed to be your concubine?" In the struggle, the vial slipped. It shattered with a sharp crack, its contents splattering across Nicholas's robes. His face darkened. His fingers tightened around my chin until pain shot through my jaw. "Alicia, what do you mean by this?" I lifted my gaze, glaring at him through tears. "I mean… I would rather wed a beggar in the gutter than stoop to be your concubine!"