"Yes," the Prime Minister snapped, his fists clenched at his sides. "So what? Does taking three wives somehow make me guilty of your insane delusions?"
"Please," Heena smiled, a dark, incredibly condescending curve of her lips. "Let me complete my questioning before you embarrass yourself further. Your first wife married you when you were twenty-one. Your second wife married you when she was twenty-four. And your current wife is a mere eighteen years old. Is it not an established fact that all three of your wives were married to you in the absolute prime of their youth and fertility?"
The Prime Minister's jaw tightened. "Yes. Again... so what?"
Heena stopped pacing. She turned her back on him and looked up at the Emperor.
