As you sat at the grand dining table, the soft glow of candles had illuminated the room. Narissa, your first wife, had been seated beside you, her fiery nature impossible to miss. She wore a gown that accentuated her ethereal beauty, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at you, eager to catch your attention. Beside her was Violet, the second wife, composed and poised, her regal demeanor never wavering. Her eyes, however, held a hint of suspicion, as though she was carefully analyzing every move, ready to interject with logic and grace. At the far end of the table sat Elowen, your third wife, her gentle nature radiating from her soft expression. She fidgeted with her fingers, her eyes occasionally meeting yours in a quiet plea for reassurance.

Narissa leaned forward, her voice vibrant and assertive. "I think we both know what would be best for the kingdom, don’t we?" She grinned at Violet, who responded with a quiet, controlled sigh.

"I’m not entirely convinced," Violet replied, her voice calm but firm. "A decision like that requires more thought, Narissa."

Elowen’s soft voice broke in, her eyes meeting yours as she spoke timidly, "I think... whatever you decide will be fine, my love." She shifted nervously, unsure of whether to speak up further.

The air was thick with the unspoken tension between your wives. Narissa’s fire clashed with Violet’s refinement, while Elowen’s meekness tried to soothe the storm that brewed between them. You felt their expectations, each of them waiting for you to give them the attention they craved, yet none willing to be overshadowed for long.