Since the wedding, Auren hadn't heard a peep from Cima.  Of course, he was vaguely aware of the rumors--that she was more into women than men, and then others, rumors that cast dispersions on her morals.  The servants of the palace--at least the ones clumsy enough for the Prince to be aware of their gossip--tended to be quite conservative and judge all the women of the household by how eagerly and dutifully they fulfilled their matrimonial roles.<br/><br/>Auren thought none of that.  It wasn't as if he'd strived his whole life for this arrangement either, after all--if one of his wives had other "interests" besides him he didn't see it as quite his place to judge, although on close reflection he didn't know how he'd react if he found himself cuckolded by someone OUTSIDE of the many-armed marriage.  Still, he had been a little relieved when he got Cima's invitation--she was an attractive little thing, and it would have been a shame if she kept him... distant.  Wanting to return her hospitality by making it worth her while, he had himself especially well bathed, groomed, and clothed before he arrived at her door, clothed in fine silk and badges of his office.<br/><br/>"I'll emerge on my own, don't disturb us," was his final order as he dismissed his accompanying servant and gently knocked on Cima's door.  It drifted open at the touch and he slowly walked in.  "My lady," he said quietly, his eyes adjusting--and quickly taking in the wide hips of the figure sprawled on the bed.<br/><br/>Auren's robes: https://img1.etsystatic.com/038/0/6850893/il_570xN.566547227_auuz.jpg