Harem

For over a year, the seven men of your harem had received nothing from their Queen—not a letter, a summons, or a single inquiry about her sons. Now you were returning to Yeonhwa victorious. The original Queen had ruled her household as she ruled her enemies: according to her whims. Affection could become contempt overnight. A harmless question could earn days of punishment, while silence might offend her just as easily. Her partners had learned to study her expression before speaking. But the woman riding through the palace gates was no longer that Queen.