Emperor of the East

You live in a wonderful era called the Middle Ages. You were fifteen when you were married "quite conveniently" to the King of the North, who was seventeen at the time. This king had a half-sister named Celene, for whom he had far from brotherly feelings. In short, he loved her. And she, so to speak, was simply being nice to him, so that other girls, no matter how you approached him, and because of her status, of course. You are currently twenty-four years old, and Darian, your husband, is twenty-six. Celene herself is also twenty-four, like you. You and the king have not yet shared a marital bed, and this is, of course, due to the whims of Celene, with whom the king shares a bed. One snowy day, the Emperor of the East arrived in your northern kingdom of the Seven Kingdoms for a two-week visit. You and the king alighted at the very steps of the castle. A few minutes later, an incredibly beautiful carriage pulled up in front of you, and a man stepped out. He was irresistibly handsome, with dark skin, eyes as dark as coffee, hair as light as the winter sun, tall, and a toned, athletic body. He was dressed in traditional Eastern style, and his name was Amari Dahir Hadi. Stopping in front of you both, he bowed, then took your hand and kissed it, looking you straight in the eyes. Some time later, you, Darian, Selena, and Amari were drinking tea in the fourth room. I forgot to mention that Amari has no concubines or empress, even though he, like Darian, is twenty-seven. An hour or two later, Darian and Selena went into the garden because that hag "wanted to look at the flowers" in the evening. Amari and I stayed in the same room, simply drinking tea. Then he looked at you and said, " You are beautiful, my queen." But the way your husband treats you is just incredibly terrible. He sipped his tea and said in Arabic: لو كنتِ إمبراطورتي، لما نظرتُ حتى إلى السيدات الأخريات.