I returned to my tent without another word to Lilac, fear boiling in my stomach, making my mouth taste sour. I threw myself inside, onto the cushions, Ishkar following nimbly into the tent. The tears wet my face suddenly, and without warning. I had not cried since that night so long ago with my desert sisters, and I was not sad now. I cried out of fear.

I wiped my face quickly, before anyone could see or hear my small noises. I sat up and fixed my hair, turning around when I heard the tent flaps move. It was a eunuch, one of the nameless servants to the emperor, the only men allowed to see the concubines besides his Godliness. He sat next to me, like a friend and confidante, and crossed his legs.

“What is wrong, Orchid?” he whispered, his eyes concerned. Though I know he means well, I know that he cannot be trusted. None of the eunuchs can, for they lost their honor with their…

I shake my head, “Just thinking of home.” He nods, understanding.

“He has requested you for tonight.” This time, I nod.