She looked at herself in the mirror, brushing her hair even though it was immaculate as always. Black, long, silky hair that most women were envious of. They didn't just want her hair but her face too. And her body. And her position. They wanted everything she had. Some had tried to kill her while others tried to discredit her by coming up with all sorts of lies. All because they were jealous. Had anyone ever asked what she went through to get to where she was? Did they even care about her past? No one did. But she understood their struggles. Knew that everyone had a reason for doing what they did. That was the reason she showed them mercy by killing them over and over again until they stopped regenerating. Any of the concubines who crossed her usually disappeared from the palace, never to
