The whole capital laughed at her for falling out of favor as a substitute, but they didn't know that on the night of the wedding - the cold-faced God of War, the King's son-in-law, tied up her hair and drew eyebrows with his own hands: "Princess, if you don't want to show up, I will accompany you to live in seclusion in another courtyard." She raised her eyebrows: "Your Majesty, don't you think my status as a concubine is humble?" He lowered his head and kissed her fingertips: "If I had a choice, I would rather you remain a concubine forever." "Why?" "This way no one will steal from me..."
