Morning light filtered through the crystal slits in soft violet hues. The women gathered in the lower gardens again. They moved along the obsidian paths with a new self-awareness. Gowns were chosen for comfort rather than display. Cat walked with Lulu, their arms linked. Elara strolled beside Lira. Bri and Luna shared a shaded bench.
Husbands served quietly. They brought fresh fruit, chilled water, and cushions. Their silver chains rested cool against skin. Their locked cocks strained visibly beneath loose robes as they heard the reclaimed names spoken aloud.
Aiden appeared near mid-morning.
He walked the central path barefoot, black robe open at the chest. Conversations stopped as heads turned. He carried nothing.
