MrSeo

"Are you ready ?"  I looked up at this man, who is he and why is he half naked? 
 "R.. ready? Who...Who are you?"  I spoke almost panicked before looking around... "But where am I?"  What is happening and why does everything seem so strange and from another time?
Nothing seems normal here...
After a drunken evening with my friends, I,  Alexia Donovan, wake up in an unknown place where I encounter a man I immediately hate.  But I'm  not at the end of my surprises when I discover that not only is the man in front of me an emperor of whom i'm the seventh concubine but that I am  now in the body of another: the saint of Garten, Princess Anya De Garten.
  My life takes a turn I never imagined then I have to adapt to this reality and its challenges, especially with the emperor's obsession with me, which is not the taste of his other wives.  I will have to survive now in a time that is not mine  but also brave all the obstacles and intrigues that will present themselves before me in a climate of hostilities and imperial shenanigans.
Will I survive?

Hot-headed concubine is a little sweet!!

But let's come back to reality, for the members of his palace, wives and subjects alike, she is the foreigner, the one who should have been a slave like the others but whom the emperor brought back.

Of course she will face criticism from people hostile to her coming and she will be ostracized from the palace. She will get into trouble with the other concubines but now she seems so carefree that it makes him want to scream.

Does she even know that? He doubts it. She needs him, if the others see how much he cares about her, they would never dare to attack her directly.

But if she wants to behave like a sassy brat and attract his wrath, she will be the target of people with bad intentions and her life in this place risks being hell.

So she has every interest in getting on his good side, not that he's going to let anyone come after her, no if anyone dares, whoever it is, he'll kill them on the spot.

But if the others discover their distance, it is obvious that she will be targeted.

He sighed, she's really beautiful, challenging him with her gaze like that, even if he doesn't like her doing it. She needs to know her place.

He reached up and grabbed her cheek, he could feel her glaze over her eyes in horror.

"What are you doing ? Do not touch me."

I hate it when he touches me, I don't like feeling his fingers running over my skin. Soon my back is against the wall, literally, and I feel his hand grip my neck harshly as I struggle as best I can but to no avail. He is stronger than me.

He grabs both of my hands and holds them with one hand above my head. I feel vulnerable when I really am. This man, regardless of my big mouth, can do absolutely whatever he wants to me and I won't be able to do anything against him.

I look at him feeling tears beading in the corners of my eyes, I hope to soften him, I dare to believe that he respects me for a little time to consider my feelings but the look I meet is not borrowed from pity as he violently slams his lips onto mine.

No matter how much I defend myself and push him away, even biting his lip, he doesn't seem ready to let go of me while his other hand grabs my breast under this damn light dress.

My heart trembles with terror, no he's not going to take me by force not like that, he's trash but I would have thought he would be more respectful.

He puts pressure on my breast and I curse myself for moaning as he begins to knead my breast.

I'm crying now, tears cascading down my face as he pulls away from the kiss short of breath. His lip is bleeding from the bite I just inflicted on him, but instead of retreating he looks almost bestial. He licks his lip outrageously and smiles before moving closer to me.

His gaze is crazed as he looks down at my body, his disgusting hand continuing to massage my breast.

I look up at him angrily despite the tears blurring my vision and find him smiling at me with more arrogance. He seems to be making fun of me and my anger increases tenfold. I try to free myself from his grip but the more I struggle the more his grip on my wrists increases making me almost hiss in pain.

I have just lost my pride by begging this man but I have no choice, he will take me by force and if he has an ounce of humanity in him in the face of my miserable appearance, he will be willing to leave me leave.

"How could I stop when your body responds so well to my attentions?"