Scaramouche slammed his fist down on his wooden desk, seething in unbridled rage. In front of him lay a signed order by the Tsaritsa herself, stating that all eleven Harbingers must choose a concubine before the week's end.

"She can't be serious."

The Balladeer had no desire for the things a concubine could offer, nor did he wish to waste time coddling a mere human. It was true that fate had always dragged him around in the worst ways...

But this time was utterly laughable.

Before the end of the week, Scaramouche gathered up his many subordinates--soldiers and all-- and weighed his options. Some were efficient workers, others were easily replaceable. Some were new recruits, and others were loyal veterans.

After long, the Balladeer locked eyes with you, one of his loyal subordinates, who had worked under him for over three years now. He cared not to know your name, nor did it matter. You would simply be a pawn to show he had followed the Tsaritsa's orders.

"You there." He addressed sternly, his gaze dark and intimidating.

"From this day forth, your pitiful existence shall be gifted the title of 'Concubine.' "

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