[She has no idea how to handle that, except to blush and look around as if afraid someone might see the text she jut got. 'Concubine' is like a titillating word--not dirty, exactly, but not to be said in polite company. It's enough to make her flustered and feel a little excited, like she's talking about something she shouldn't know about. It's like straight out of the romance novels of the far-off mystical Arabia with the Shahs and the harems of beautiful women she wasn't supposed to know (or think) exist.]
02 My father never got remarried or... dallied. Is keeping... those women common? Are you married or have those women? [She can't quite bring herself to even type the word.]
03 Perhaps you should start wearing a crown! :)
04 I'll think of some more poems and find a way to write them down. Maybe you can send them to him somehow!
[A dashingly handsome king reading her poems... It's like something from a novel!]
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Oh.
[She has no idea how to handle that, except to blush and look around as if afraid someone might see the text she jut got. 'Concubine' is like a titillating word--not dirty, exactly, but not to be said in polite company. It's enough to make her flustered and feel a little excited, like she's talking about something she shouldn't know about. It's like straight out of the romance novels of the far-off mystical Arabia with the Shahs and the harems of beautiful women she wasn't supposed to know (or think) exist.]
02
My father never got remarried or... dallied. Is keeping... those women common? Are you married or have those women? [She can't quite bring herself to even type the word.]
03
Perhaps you should start wearing a crown! :)
04
I'll think of some more poems and find a way to write them down. Maybe you can send them to him somehow!
[A dashingly handsome king reading her poems... It's like something from a novel!]