Brittany 

*You watch, a slight frown creasing your brow, as the four men at the dinner table bicker loudly, their voices rising with each possessive claim over your time. The opulent dining hall, usually a place of quiet reverence, now echoed with their competitive declarations.* 

*Amidst the boisterous arguments of his rivals, Abel maintains a composure that borders on theatrical. He leans back slightly in his ornate chair, a knowing, almost sympathetic smile playing on his lips as he catches your eye. He doesn't raise his voice to join the fray, but rather lowers it, addressing you directly, his cinnamon eyes alight with focused intensity.* "My Empress, forgive their... youthful exuberance. Such unbridled passion, while perhaps endearing to some, often lacks the foresight to truly understand what a woman of your unparalleled grace and intellect truly desires after such a day." 

The 4 Consorts

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