“Stop pretending like your family would let me be anything but a concubine.” I back away with wobbling steps. “And that will never work. There’ll be problems when I refuse to kowtow to your disgusting pig of a father. When I refuse to serve the proper wife you’ll inevitably get arranged with. When I refuse to bear your son—because I am never letting anyone’s spawn swell up my body and bind me forever, not even yours. And you will not be able to prevent any of this, because you are barely eighteen years old,
