The Empresses Favorite Concubine

Chapter One: A Deal

Irenee's eyes gleaned with a sense of coldness and ambition.

"I want a divorce," she said flatly.

He peered at her with his caramel brown eyes. There wasn't a hint of emotion on his face. Suddenly he spoke with a sense of focus.

"What are you after Irenee?"

She took in a quick breath before speaking, "I want an heir and you haven't fulfilled your end of the bargain."

"It's only been a year-" he said coldly before she interrupted him.

"I need to find someone who will give me an heir and that person seems to not be you."

Antony sighed in exasperation. He was tired of this game Irenee was clearly puppeteering. A year was a longer time than most to produce an heir, but not uncommon some couples take years to produce an heir. He felt there was more to what Irenee was concocting.

"I won't accept a divorce... unless," he said.

"Unless what," she said quickly

"Get a concubine, if you have an heir with them then I'll accept the divorce," he said with a sense of finality.

He held out his hand waiting for Irenee to accept the deal he had laid before her.
She pondered the idea. And with an almost wicked smile she took his hand in her own and shook it firmly.