Summary
My father sent me to the Tyrant as a gift. Rumor had it that none of the women in his harem ever survived more than three months. Trembling with fear, I prepared my burial clothes and a mountain of paper money in advance. Once I died, I was absolutely going to enjoy the finest offerings the underworld had to offer! One month later, I wasn’t dead. Three months later, I still wasn’t dead. Half a year later, I broke the record for the longest survival in the harem.