I felt dread as I headed to the room that I shared with my wives.
I knew that they were all waiting behind the door for me, that was what the maid who had come to my study to get me had said.
There was a part of me that wanted to run, but I knew that it would only be worse if I were to run.
The only thing that I could do now was face the music and own up to what I had done.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and found all of my wives sitting at the table in the living room of our private quarters. They were all just sitting there talking to one another as if they didn't have a single care in the world.
There was even tea and cookies that were set up on the coffee table in front of them.
When I walked in, they didn't even seem to care as they continued talking.
There was a part of me that wondered what to do, but there was a bigger part of me that just told myself to remain silent.
