Oh no, I did not think so.
“Dahksahna Circe, it would be best –”
My eyes cut to her. “Do you think Lahn is… is… has he…? Does he f**k them?”
She shook her head, scrunched her eyes closed then opened them and asked, “Fuck them?”
“Has he slept with them, had sex with them, had intercourse, relations,” I snapped.
Her face got soft with understanding. “Oh, my queen, I see this disturbs you but yes, again, I’m sorry to say it is their way.”
It was their way.
It was their way.
Last night, they were having their way right on the dance floor. And I knew some of them having their way with Xacto had to have wives at home in their chams.
I left him last night. Lahn was there at least an hour longer than me, likely more.
I left him last night!
Then he came to our tent and f**ked me! Maybe after he had his fun with them!
“Now?” I shrieked, Ghost mewed and jerked in surprise then read my mood and jumped off the bed.
“Now?” Diandra asked, her body tense.
“Is he f**king them now? I mean, since we were married?”
She shook her head, leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “I do not know,” she said quietly.
She didn’t know. Which could be yes or it could be no. Which could mean yes.
I yanked my hand from hers and looked away.
“My queen –” she started.
“If you say it is their way, I swear, Diandra, I swear… I’ll scream,” I snapped at the tent wall.
She was silent.
I deep breathed.
Then I made up my mind and looked at her.
“I must ask of you an important favor and I will warn you that it will be one you won’t want to grant. I am your queen, I get that, but I will tell you and mean it that you have every right to refuse what I ask and there will be no hard feelings,” I declared.
“Erm… all right,” she mumbled hesitantly.
“I want you here tonight to translate what I have to say when my husband gets home.”
She instantly whispered, “Oh dear.”
Oh dear was right!
“You can say no,” I reminded her and she held my eyes.
Then she leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “I advise you as your friend, Circe –”