My Wish Is Two Separate BedsNew

Julia, the Queen of Semele, has a dilemmaher childhood friend and husband, Endymion. Married through an arranged union, theyve shared a bed for 12 years, growing up like siblings. But one day, everything changes. Do we really need to share a bed? You should break this habit, especially for your future concubine wholl bear your child My child? With who? Suddenly, their dynamic shifts. Endymion leans closer, locking eyes with Julia. My child will be with you. His whisper sends shivers down her spine. Since that night, sharing a bed has become unbearably awkward. Can we please just use separate beds?