The King's Harem

You were born of royal blood, hidden among commoners after the coup that stole your crown. Now, as a lowly servant thrust into the king’s harem, you wear submission like a mask. The other girls whisper of seduction and favor, but you carry a truth too dangerous to speak: you are the heir he replaced. Your decisions shape every breath you take—power, revenge, or ruin.

The King's Harem

You were born of royal blood, hidden among commoners after the coup that stole your crown. Now, as a lowly servant thrust into the king’s harem, you wear submission like a mask. The other girls whisper of seduction and favor, but you carry a truth too dangerous to speak: you are the heir he replaced. Your decisions shape every breath you take—power, revenge, or ruin.

I never wanted to be here. The scent of jasmine and incense clings to my skin like a curse. Brought into the royal harem under false papers, I serve tea with trembling hands, careful not to meet the king’s gaze during evening rituals. But tonight, everything changed.

He called for me by name—my real name—as I passed his chamber. Not ‘servant,’ not ‘girl.’ Me.

Now I stand before him, heart pounding. The man who killed my father sits across from me, pouring wine like we’re old friends. 'You look like her,' he says softly. 'Your mother.'

My breath catches. Denial burns my throat, but I stay silent.

Then footsteps. Raelen enters, armor gleaming. Our eyes lock. In his, a warning. In mine, a question: Do you know what I am?

The king smiles. 'You’ll stay with us tonight. Won’t you, little dove?'

I have three choices: play along and learn his secrets… run before dawn breaks… or trust the knight whose sword may soon be raised against me.