Back in the future, Arad opened a beautiful door crafted by the most talented carpenter in the kingdom, his wife Mira. He looked inside the vast room, and his face grew grim. Something wasn't right. Most of his wives were inside, sitting around a large round table, their faces contorted with worry.
He threw everyone a glance and walked to his chair, obviously the biggest one, and it was also the only empty one. As he took a seat, he could see his wives slowly shift, and he even caught a glimpse of Isdis gulping, her fingers twitching, and her eyes struggling not to look away.
Something happened, something bad, really bad. It didn't seem to help that Isdis's chair was right beside him at arm's reach. Each time he moved a bit, she would flinch a bit, throw a worried glance at everyone in the room, and as if trying to speak, her lips would move a bit but fall silent.
