That night, when the manor had quieted and the men had retired to their chambers, the women gathered in Lianna's sitting room.
A small fire crackled in the hearth, and the newborn slept soundly in her cradle.
Daphne sat cross-legged on the chaise, her hair down, her face free of the formality she wore at court.
Beside her, Lianna reclined with cushions tucked behind her back, while Emma curled up on the opposite chair, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
It didn't take long for Emma to break the silence.
She leaned forward, chin on her palm, her grin wicked. "So, Daphne… tell us. How is married life with the Regent Emperor? Or should I say, how are you coping with a man as intense as he is?"
Daphne froze with her teacup halfway to her lips, her cheeks instantly warming.
"Emma…" she warned softly.
But Lianna's tired laugh joined in. "Don't tease her too hard, Emma. You know the Regent is… different. Even I can see how he looks at her. Fierce and… consuming."
