"Now that you're done trying to flirt with me, then I guess I should head out," I said, letting my voice drift out casually, almost like I was trying to snap her out of whatever trance she was stuck in.
But when the words actually reached Lady Asada, she didn't move. She didn't twitch. She didn't even blink. It was like she turned into a perfectly carved statue—breathing, alive, but completely hollowed out. I knew she heard me; I said it loud enough for her to catch every syllable. Yet she stayed there, stiff and unresponsive, as if the world around her had already gone silent.
So I guess polygamy really was accepted here. Not taboo. Not frowned upon. Not even enough to earn a reaction. I honestly thought she'd at least flinch, glare, or say something sarcastic, especially after that whole conversation earlier that almost felt like walking on emotional eggshells. But she just stood there like it meant nothing. Maybe I'd read too much into it. Maybe I really did guess wrong.
