The women's quarters were always noisy. The wives of the king would sit in different angles and corners of the room chatting. I looked for the most interesting group to join- the one that concerns the Emperor.
"Can I join, please?" I asked the group of women close by, they looked up to see who it was.
"Queen Ariadne" one of the women whose name was Hazel called me. I felt relieved at least they recognized me.
"Come on, seat with us, the youngest" another teased.
I smiled and sat down on one of the chairs, many of them were putting on heavy makeup. The king wasn't here, I wondered who they were trying to impress.
The discussion was based on their first night with the king. Few said he was nice when he acted like a husband. Most women experienced brutal torture in form of sex. These crazy talks brought nothing but butterflies to my stomach.
