A Signal (1)

In the peaceful embrace of the tea garden, Argider exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the past week slowly lifting off her shoulders.

At last, the chaos of the wedding nights was over, and she was free to spend a quiet moment to herself.

She reached for the teacup the butler had placed on the elegant table, marveling at how serene everything felt compared to the whirlwind of wives competing for her attention. 

Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. She had been feeling... different lately—nothing too dramatic, just an odd sense of queasiness and tenderness that reminded her of the warnings Mira and Elira had drilled into her head about early pregnancy symptoms. Her fingers traced small circles over the silk of her dress. 

The butler, ever-watchful, raised an eyebrow but said nothing, maintaining his professional demeanor. Still, Argider could sense his curiosity.