Morning came with Selena's voice from downstairs calling everyone for breakfast.
She'd been awake since before sunrise, working in the farmhouse kitchen with three other elves and whatever ingredients Rosa had stocked. The smell of cooking eggs and some herb that grew in the garden behind the house drifted through the whole first floor.
Eren woke up with Emily's arm across his chest, Lyra's back pressed against his left side and Selena's spot on the bed already empty because she was the one cooking. The other four concubines were in the room too, spread across two mattresses that the craftsmen had pushed together against the far wall.
Emily was showing it now. Five and a half months into an eleven-month elf pregnancy and her belly had a visible curve that pressed against his hip when she slept. She looked comfortable though. Her face was soft and her breathing was slow and her hair was a blonde mess across the pillow.
