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He said. “What do you know about her?” After her initial shock, she was suddenly hungry for any information that Zeldaurus might have on her. “Here in Faeire, she is more famously known as The king’s concubine.” “What?!” She blurted out. “Try to keep an open mind, consorts and concubines and quite the norm in Faerie. The queen has several consorts and the king has many concubines. Amongst them is the Chief concubine and that’s what she was to him.”

I knew the monstrosity that was Constantine Bathory, and when he says concubine he really means unwilling slave. He did not plans on giving Calliope a choice, nor a way out of this arrangement. He would take what he wanted without asking at all. I had seen firat hand the cruelty he could inflict on the woman who were unfortunate enough to be subjected to his bed. Some never left his chambers alive, those who did wished they hadn't.

In places like A city, especially for the gentry, if a woman married a man and couldn't be recognized in the family tree, although she was legally registered as the lawful wife, in reality, everyone knew that she was only the concubine. That fact had long been a consensus. How could the man in charge of the family have no wife on the family book? Unless he only loved her in his life, or else, he would definitely marry someone who would be recognized in the family tree.

"I already have a Luna according to his wish. Can any of you guess who she is?" "How are we supposed to guess when we don't see you with any female?" someone from the crowd remarked, and a smile curved my lips. Inhaling, I questioned, "Are my concubines a joke to all of you?" The building filled with murmurs once again. Meanwhile, I cast a glance back and spotted the three ladies behind me: Isabella, my concubine number 99; Amy, my concubine number 98; and then there was Francesca, concubine number 100. They all wore a shocked expression, anticipating me to reveal the news.

She thought that Shaina and Clara could be Maxwell's concubines. That was an interesting thought for her. Maybe that's how she should look at it. The wife has priority and a legal relationship, while the concubines serve the husband. Well, she thought, service is not the right word. They would provide solace and comfort. But then, maybe that is all a bunch of shit. She didn't know for sure, but she did know that she was very happy with the way things have turned out so far. Breakfast was almost ready. She set the pans off the burners, and walked back to the bedroom to see if they were done yet.

I have never made wrong claims since you have known me all your life. A long sigh was heard beside me. "If you say so." He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "Have a good night." He walked away, leaving me to my thoughts. "I hope I do." I glanced at the sky one more time before I made my exit. I entered my bedroom, and the three women immediately approached me. These were my concubines. It was a tradition that the draconian king without a mate could keep concubines to serve as a means of pleasure. None of them were ever meant for marriage. And if the king ever found his queen, the concubines were to be given to able-bodied men.

We sat in silence for a moment taking in the peaceful surroundings. "You know Melina," Eirene began softly "being a concubine is not an easy existence. We are but pawns in a game we did not choose to play. I am happy you are not part of us." "What? Us? How many are you?" I asked, utterly surprised.

My heart sank slowly, each word pressing deeper than the last. “As the high consort,” he continued, “your position still holds honor. But your responsibilities, duties, and services must be documented.” Giselle nodded in agreement, turning her head slightly to Scarlett. “That’s why Scarlett and I were making a list of your services. But…” She paused, her expression turning thoughtful, “...we weren’t able to list a single service before. And that could give you the title of a lowly concubine.” High consort, harem, concubine. All these terms seemed foreign to my ears. I truly felt how thin the ground beneath my feet had become.

Especially the part where they had the king assassinated. "Enough, boys, I think it's time to start our business, don't you agree?" Her brown skin glowed beneath the low-hanging chandelier. Her red dress sparkled as she moved. All and all, I understood that she had become a concubine for the second time around. Not that Farren was any less beautiful. On the contrary, my mate was the most beautiful woman of all. Fuck. The weed was still fucking with my mind. "You invited her to join?" Tristan seethed. Glared at his father. Dominique shrugged.

She knew I had grandfathers who commanded me, and as a Chinese that was part of her view of life. I continued, "But my wife will have no reason to expect me to be a faithful husband. I may have a second wife soon after... I have two grandfathers." I stroked, pushed very deep into her and held myself in place for a moment. Then I spoke the magic word to steal her Chinese heart completely. "But I have heard of places where married men keep very special women in their house... as concubines." "Concubine" meant a lot in Chinese culture, it implies far more than "mistress" or "girlfriend" because a concubine lived in the home and could give her master children. Also, it was a lifetime commitment.