Sharou wiped his mouth clean at breakfast. He checks his wrist for the time, slow to pick up the cutlery. This table was smaller compared to the one back at home. It was easy to notice every small behaviour which was out of place. Like Shamim staring at his son and Shila, smirking and grunting.
"Shamim, do you have something to say?" Sharou found it irritating. The Mistress sat up properly as she smiled at him, saying "Nothing, I'm simply happy to be here. It's nice to have new adventures...don't you agree, Shila?" She turned to her fellow sister-wife. Shila, who had no idea what she was getting at, simply rolled her eyes and focused on her food.
"My love, I'm told there's a stable here. I want to ride a pony?" Shamim did not care if her request sounded immature. In her world, she deser
