Okay, she thought. Maybe I do love them. A little. But they'll never hear me admit it again.
"I can't believe I survived last night…" she groaned, her voice muffled. "Five of them. Five wives. How am I still alive?" She peeked through her fingers at the trio standing awkwardly before her—Elira, Mira, and Elys—each looking equally intrigued and horrified.
"Wait… five?" Elira raised an eyebrow, leaning against the bedpost with a smirk. "I didn't realize you were such an overachiever, Your Majesty."
Argider shot her a glare, her cheeks burning. "It wasn't like that! Nothing happened! They just… wouldn't stop clinging to me! Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with five women constantly adjusting your pillows and 'accidentally' brushing against you?"
Elys, ever the bold one, snickered. "Sounds like a cozy nightmare."
