Argider stood in the center of her bedchamber, looking at the five women seated—or rather, scattered—around the room. Each had been carefully selected for this night, but not by her. They said to not overwhelm Argider, she would entertain five wives at a time.
Oh no, it was apparently the "elders" of the court who thought that having five vastly different personalities in one room was a brilliant idea. This is fine, Argider thought, though her twitching eye said otherwise. Just five wives. How bad could it be?
The answer came swiftly in the form of Talia Renvik, the widow, who sat perched primly on a chaise lounge. Her eyes carried an air of skepticism as she surveyed Argider. "So," she said, her tone clipped, "are we all just supposed to sit here and wait for you to…pick one of us?"
"Pick?" Argider squeaked, her voice an octave higher than usual. "What do you mean pick? We're just talking, right? Like, chatting. Getting to know each other better!"
