Ren slowly released her death grip on her husbands. She sat back on her heels, her hands resting on her knees, looking at Syris with wide, nervous eyes.
'He made his decision,' Ren's brain spiraled. 'What decision? Is it a breakup? Is it a murder-suicide pact? Is he going to ask for Kael's left kidney as a dowry?'
She was quietly panicking. The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity.
"Well?" Ren squeaked.
Syris smoothed his tattered silk robe, regaining his composure.
"I have decided," Syris announced regally, "to agree to this... arrangement. I will share you."
Ren exhaled so hard she almost blew his hair back. "Oh, thank god."
"However," Syris raised a finger, "it will be under my terms."
Ren stiffened again. "Terms? Like... a contract?"
'Here it comes,' she thought. 'He wants to get me pregnant first'
"What terms?" Ren asked cautiously.
"You must spend three moons per quarter with me in the Swamp."
Ren blinked. She did the mental math.
