Back at Arata's Quarters
Laughter echoed through the lavishly decorated chamber, rich with silk-draped furniture, golden accents, and the scent of exotic perfumes. Seated on a luxurious chaise, Concubine Arata reclined in satisfaction, the memory of Mira's expression burned into her mind. The look of shock, of barely restrained fury, oh, how delightful it had been.
She let out another peal of laughter, her red and gold robes rustling as she shifted comfortably. "She looks like she was about to cry when she heard about my pregnancy."
Her personal maid, standing a few steps away, watched her mistress with a mixture of amusement and apprehension.
"Now that you've triggered Her Highness," the maid began cautiously, "do you think she'll kill His Highness' personal maids as well as the one's that will come after to prevent them from getting pregnant?" There was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.
