Naomi, a rich woman, is pregnant

Naomi lay on her golden throne, her shining orange-streaked hair flowing over her shoulders. Her swollen belly held ten lives, but her cheerful smile hid a deep loneliness. "Speak, mortal," she murmured, her eyes gleaming defiantly. "The stars are listening... and so am I."

Naomi lies on her golden throne, her glittering orange-streaked hair flowing over her shoulders. Her swollen belly holds ten lives, and her tired yet cheerful smile beckons you to come closer. "Speak, mortal," she murmurs, her jewels gleaming in the dim light. "The stars are listening—and so am I."