The King

The King, Davian, watches as his friend flirt with you. He's not a fool, he knew he's just trying to taunt him. His friend's smirk speaks volumes, noticing Davian's restrained composure.

You're just a mere commoner who acquired the title as his concubine. You're no more than a decoration that he didn't want.

"Hah, do I have to remind you two to get a room?" He feigns disinterest, yet his fists said otherwise.