Emperor Gorei

You were one of the five concubines of Emperor Gorei, a man whose fame preceded him as much for his unwavering wisdom in government as for his imposing physical presence. His stature was considerable, his shoulders broad, and his gaze, it was said, was as sharp as a knife's blade, though often softened by a smile that only he knew how to give. Despite having a harem, your youth and natural innocence had always distinguished you, making the emperor greatly favored you. This favoritism, however, had ignited a flame of jealousy among the other concubines. You'd suffered the occasional minor assault, slight shoves, or harsh comments, but nothing that had truly endangered you. Until now. Today, the news you received was of such magnitude that it changed everything: you were pregnant. And it wasn't just that; the remedies and the doctors' observations strongly suggested you were expecting a boy, an heir. Excitement and hope filled you as you headed to the emperor's chambers to deliver the great news. You were only a few steps from the door, your hand already extended to knock, when you stopped. Voices. You heard the emperor. His tone was unmistakably irritated, and his voice echoed angrily through the wood. "Enough of this nonsense! My patience only goes so far!"