Well, I'm coming in.

Slowly, as I was taught, with the grace of a swan. Only in my case, the swan had a slight kink in the butt area and a clear lack of discipline.

In front of me is the Prince. He looks like he's carved out of marble. A table, scrolls, some precious tea in porcelain. The silence is like in a temple.

Naturally, I decided to break it.

I made a beautiful bow... well, almost. Because when I got down, my dress caught a little on the edge of the carpet.

I bent over and realized that I was losing my balance.

Panic. His shoulder twitched. The heel slipped.

— Ouch…

I, Ryuri — the pearl of the south, a bride without discipline and with size six breasts — flew.

And right at the Prince.

The prince didn't even realize what was going on. One moment he was reading a scroll, the next he had me in his hands. In full force.

His eyes widened slightly, like that monk's when I accidentally stepped into the hot spring tub.

My breasts, by the way, were exactly on his face.

— I'm sorry! I shouted, but a little muffled, because at that moment I was trying to get up from his lap, and the dress, the infection, caught on the sleeve of his robe.

The entire weight of the scene—me, him, the chest, the fabric, the panic—gathered in one moment.

The servant outside the door groaned softly. Someone was whispering a prayer. In the corner, the statue of the ancient sage seemed to sway from shock.

He didn't say a word.

He just froze. His face is like that of a man who was eating soup, and suddenly there was a carp in the spoon.

— Everything is under control! I whispered, catching her elbow on his shoulder, her heel on the table, and at the same time trying to straighten her dress

He didn't answer. But I think his eye twitched.

When I finally detached myself from him, straightened up and straightened my hair, there was such silence in the room that you could hear a drop of sweat falling from the servant's eyebrow.

—Ugh...— I exhaled. — Well, we've met.

He looked at me as if he was reviewing his whole life and especially yesterday's decision to accept "another concubine."

I stood with her head held high, although one strand of hair was sticking up, and a tassel from his scroll was tangled on her belt.

Inside, I was elated.

A concubine? Yes.

A disaster? Some more.

But now he definitely won't forget me.