It's been days now. Maybe weeks. I haven't left my apartment for any reason. After my talk with Lady Isis, I've been feeling really sick. Maybe not sick, more like lazy, lethargic and languid.
I don't know why, but I kind of feel like I've lost every will to do anything. Sometimes I'd just lay on my bed, and her words would come haunting me during the day, accompanied with the disgusting images that I had previously managed to conjure in my own racy dreams.
Does it bother me that she's his favorite? Why should it? Why should I care?
Lady Isis is a nice lady. I'm starting to realize that now. She's visited me some other times since then. Telling me about the various balls that concubines are allowed to host or attend. And about all the previous concubines that had come and gone.
