Meanwhile, the five imperial consorts were having the worst weeks of their lives.
And the pregnancy scandal? That was just the cherry on top of an already towering disaster cake.
Of course they'd heard that Seraphina was pregnant. The entire palace had heard. Gossip spread through the servants' quarters faster than wildfire, and by now even the horses probably knew about it.
The problem was—and this was a 'big' problem—none of them knew whose child it was.
Actually, that wasn't quite accurate.
The real problem was that 'any' of them could potentially be the father, and they had absolutely no way of knowing for certain.
Because—and this was humiliating to even think about—a few days ago, right after Heena had announced that Larus would be her primary consort at that disastrous evening banquet, they'd all been furious. Angry. Humiliated.
So they'd done what any group of grown men having an emotional crisis would do: they'd gotten absolutely, catastrophically drunk.
