Consort of Shadows

Your Majesty had taken in another beauty.
Drop-dead gorgeous, with curves to die for.
She looked exactly like Sixteen-Year-Old Me.
My handmaid voiced her indignation on my behalf:
'It's Your Grace who accompanied His Majesty in the Cold Palace for eight years, Your Grace who risked her life for His Majesty.'
'Who does she think she is? How could His Majesty favor her?'
I merely took a small sip of tea.
My mission was nearly complete, and I would soon return this body to its original owner.
Who he cherished or loved had nothing to do with me anymore.
But His Majesty, upon discovering the change in my core, suddenly went mad.
He begged every god in heaven, all to get his first wife back.