Argider slumped into her chair in the garden, the early afternoon sun casting a warm glow around her, but she barely felt it. Her hand rested protectively over her stomach as she let out an exhausted sigh.
Finally, the last night is here, she thought.
The end of the week of "getting-to-know-you nights" was in sight, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Last night's antics had left her completely drained. She hadn't realized how taxing entertaining a harem of spirited women could be—especially while pregnant.
She looked at the small table set before her, laden with fresh fruit, tea, and an attempt at peace after all the chaos.
"Elira, Mira, Elys…" she muttered, watching her three remaining wives approach. She waved weakly. "Please… no drama today."
