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ee938 No.33943[Last 50 Posts]

The bump limit for the previous threads was close enough I felt creating a new one may be warranted.

Beginning thread: http://pregchan.com/d/res/12251.html

Sir Edward of Virilia, a young and handsome aristocrat is called upon to select his bride to be. He is presented with a selection of nobleladies from various Kingdoms who are desperate to be bred. He selects Crown Princess Tharja of Ruhemania, travels to her home country, and takes his place as her father, King Vlad's, heir.

Second thread: http://pregchan.com/d/res/14131.html

Crown Prince Edward, now realizing the country has many details that weren't told to him when he selected his bride, finds himself struggling to grow accustomed to castle life, learn the secrets of the country's history, and discovers all is not what it seems.

Third thread: http://pregchan.com/d/res/15553.html

Crown Prince Edward realizes he was cursed from the start. He confronts who is responsible and must make a choice that will affect the direction of the entire country, all in the same, long, sleepless night.

Fourth thread: http://web.archive.org/web/20160412094726/http://bbw-chan.net/elite/res/536.html

King Edward now finds himself the undisputed King of Ruhemania, with many tools to use to decide how he will accomplish his reign. Chief among them is his relationship with the Infinite Golden Witch Beatrice, and what she is willing, and not willing, to do for him.

Fifth thread: http://pregchan.com/d/res/16909.html

King Edward learns much about what is a threat to him and what isn't, and the castle is temporarily set on its ear when a mysterious waif named Erika appears, asking to be invited inside.

Sixth thread: http://pregchan.com/d/res/24119.html

Life at the castle is becoming stable, and Edward juggles several projects at once to make sure it stays that way. A tower is being built to accommodate Beatrice, and a grand Summer Faire is being planned to endear himself to the hearts and minds of his new subjects. The plans slowly start to take shape, with the occasional situation to be dealt with along the way.

Please, use this chat thread for in-depth discussions, feedback, and emotional reactions:


The new update will be posted shortly.

ee938 No.33945

No need to imply what isn't true.

You doubt anyone will visit your tower, even with the relaxed order.

So you tell the guard you will be in your tower, but if someone who has valid business with you needs to ascend, they are free.

Another maid with your laundry or linen to change the sheets in your room, or some such thing would count as valid business.

The guard nods and tells you it's understood, Your Majesty.


You proceed up the stairs, with Margaret behind you.

Walking the stairs is unpleasantly tiring on your muscles, but it gives you time to think.

You wonder if the guard spreading rumors about an affair with Margaret would have affected her?

Possibly, though probably not.

It would probably be framed as 'The King took yet another beautiful girl to his chambers.' Margaret did have that allure to her.

The maids and soldiers don't seem to have duties that overlap much, and therefore likely no time to share gossip. Not to mention the maids consisted of mostly old women and the soldiers were your loyal soldiers.


Margaret was your personal maid, once.

She probably had tried to climb your tower in the course of performing her duties, only to be told 'The King has requested he not be disturbed by anyone, even a maid.'

Margaret would probably be savvy enough to understand the implication. Especially with how you were seen interacting with Beatrice.

–Yes, Margaret would've taken the command of 'don't let anyone ascend, except Tharja' as a sign you might be attempting to show her amorous attention.

Hopefully this will put her more at ease… or perhaps disappoint her.

Though that was probably too much to hope.

You push open the door to your chambers, and step inside, inviting Margaret in after you before you shut the door behind you both.

Your dirty laundry is gone, but your bed has not been made up yet, you note.


Margaret waits for you to take the initiative. Her face is professionally unemotional, but not cold.

You did invite her here.

It falls to you to get the ball rolling.

This may be the most nervous you've felt when alone with a maid.

Certainly, you have all the power compared to Margaret. You're King. Margaret is your subject and servant.

But the situation is… delicate.

It's not so simple as you deciding something and then telling Margaret what to do.

You have to see how willing she is to come clean with the problem and work with you to finding a solution.

If… that was even possible.

"Your Majesty," says Margaret.

She doesn't say it like a question, but she's clearly wondering what you intend to say.


You had to decide first how you were going to bring this up.

You could be blunt.

Just state openly that you overheard her talk with Elizabeth this morning.

It would definitely let you get to the point quicker.


It might be better to gradually bring up the conversation, indirectly, and only reveal what you know once she has mentally adjusted to the fact that you have more in mind than a quick apology for starting an 'orgy' right in front of her face.

That would definitely be the more subtle option.

However, if Margaret was being honest about wanting to return to her duties quickly, she might appreciate the blunt approach a bit better?

It'll waste less time than working your way up to it.

… Though you aren't sure the shock of being told so easily that the King was spying on her will pass quickly.

At any rate, you've stalled enough.

You decide how you'll start the conversation with Margaret and begin speaking.

Choice time:
>Be blunt and direct. You heard her conversation with Elizabeth in the servants' quarters this morning. You want to hear more about the situation and help remedy it.
>Be subtle. Begin with apologizing for the 'orgy', talk about herself and Elizabeth and the other maids, and gradually work your way up to the issues discussed in her and Elizabeth's conversation before revealing you overheard it.

8b554 No.33952

Option one. It's his castle, he can go where ever he likes. Why should he hide the fact that he was in the servants' quarters this morning? Also: Subtlety really isn't Edward's strength. Let's be as open as we can, explain to her that we will treat Elizabeth (and the child that she now knows about) well, that we genuinely care for her and she need not fear for her.

c6f8b No.33958

I second this, but we can also add that we don't intend to make spying a habit.

Option 1

84c03 No.33960

Option 1

We should definitely apologize for eavesdropping

cc246 No.33967

>Be subtle

fdb43 No.33971

Option 1.

88e0d No.33986

Option 1

ee938 No.34019

>5 votes for option one, be blunt and direct, proceeding immediately to a discussion of Elizabeth and the problem she has.
>1 vote for option two, be subtle and build up to mentioning the content of the conversation you overheard.

Be direct with your eavesdropping and engage with Margaret for solutions without playing around or trying to be subtle.

You decide to be blunt.

Margaret, you begin to say.

You heard her having a conversation with Elizabeth this morning, when they were both alone in the servants' quarters before breakfast.

Margaret's eyes widen in shock.

But, only for a moment before she hardens her face.

"I'm… not sure I understand you, Your Majesty."

…You'll be a little more clear, then.

You tell her you were personally at the door. You weren't there with the intent of spying, but to check up with the head maid to make sure no corners were being cut when it came to preparations for the accommodations you're showing your guests to the Summer Faire.

Though you couldn't help overhearing their talk afterward when the other maids had cleared out and Elizabeth and Margaret were alone.

About how Elizabeth isn't contributing to the Faire preparations, and making herself a target.

Moreover that Margaret was comparing her to a mere… whore.


Margaret keeps her face blank, the edges of her mouth twitching.

You haven't summoned her to punish her, you go on to say. You don't think for a moment you can control what every last person in the castle says or thinks.

You wish you hadn't ended up eavesdropping, but you can't take it back now. For what it's worth, you apologize for that.

Elizabeth obviously has a problem.

You're willing to use your royal influence to help.

You just want to have an open discussion with Margaret about solutions… nothing else.


Margaret's eyes look disconsolate and downcast. She gives out the gentlest bit of a sigh. Then she speaks.

"All right. What do you propose, Your Majesty?" she asks, evenly.

Good. You knew it was a bit rushing it to be so blunt… but Margaret is smart.

She can handle moving past the emotions of the moment to get to the real problem.

Now then…

You did have a few ideas in mind for how to solve Elizabeth's problem. The walk up the tower gave you plenty of time to think.

Margaret will be able to give you insight on what is most realistic.

Or maybe you can jog her own mental processes and she'll come up with something.

Choice time:
>The problem is Elizabeth may be targeted by other maids. Tell Margaret that if she's willing to name names, you'll see that the maids who are most a threat to Elizabeth are moved in their duties so they don't deal with her. –Or at least warned to knock it off.
>Elizabeth needs her own space. Offer to move her from the servants' quarters to take Daniella's old room. It's unpleasant, but it will save her from anyone putting 'a snake in her bed'.
>Elizabeth feels she can neglect duties Tharja doesn't give her. You can't take her position as Tharja's personal maid away and put her back in the hierarchy without opening Elizabeth up to abuse, but perhaps Elizabeth can still pitch in? Offer to ask Tharja to personally order Elizabeth to help out in the preparations. Then Elizabeth will still contribute, and the other maids will be satisfied she's carrying her weight.
>Margaret needs to be able to keep a close eye on Elizabeth. Offer to make Elizabeth an official 'assistant' for when Margaret teaches the new recruits. Margaret can keep an eye on her, then.
>Actually… you want to hear Margaret propose her own idea before you make your own.
>Something else. (Write-in.)

98cb3 No.34022

I'm gonna go with Option Three. If the other maids see that Elizabeth is still doing work, maybe they'll back off a bit. Might also need to explain to Elizabeth why this is happening, that she's not being punished, but explain it in a way so that she doesn't go off talking about the whats and whys.

Plus, given the options, I think this is the one Margaret would approve the most. Giving Liz MORE special treatment will probably only exacerbate the situation.

89d19 No.34024

I'm going to agree here. Option 3 sounds best, and I think Margaret will pipe in if she has a better idea after our proposal.

84c03 No.34026

Option 3

I was hoping that Margaret might offer a suggestion first, but we're on the spot right now

c901d No.34030

Option 3

4a551 No.34034

While Option 3 seems the easiest route, I do wonder what Margaret's opinion on the situation is.

I'm for a mix of Options 5 and 3 (hear if Margaret has any ideas, if not then Option 3)

c6f8b No.34038

Unless Margaret has a better idea to present, I say option 3. Though we can ask her to let us know if Elizabeth does receive abuse from the other maids.

54c2e No.34040

Option 3

15760 No.34041

Option 3.

ee938 No.34056

>7 votes for option three, ask Tharja to order Elizabeth to contribute.
>1 vote for a write-in of asking Margaret for her opinion, then suggesting Tharja order Elizabeth to contribute. (Close enough to option 3.)

Propose Tharja personally order Elizabeth to help the other maids with the preparations for the Faire.

It seems to you the real problem is Elizabeth feels she has the right to be lazy.

You can't detach her from being Tharja's personal maid… that would devastate Elizabeth and expose her to the same bullying you tried to protect her from in the first place.

However, the solution is simple.

Tharja will just order her to help the other maids in the preparations.

Then the maids will be satisfied she's pulling her weight, and Elizabeth's feelings and position will still be spared.


Margaret waits patiently as you speak, her face betraying no emotion except a slight moment her lips part when you mention 'bullying'. They quickly shut again and she remains calm throughout the rest.

What does Margaret think of your idea, you ask?

"… It is a fine idea that won't work, Your Majesty."


Margaret's eyes become downcast again.

"My sister has always been… scatterbrained. She easily forgets what to do, or needs to be reminded how to do simple things. We are both still new to the castle… especially compared to the other maids here. We are still in the process of learning how things are done."

–You can't argue with any of that. Elizabeth is a little slow-witted. Moreover, it would be at least two decades before Margaret and Elizabeth had experience approaching any of the older maids.

"She will likely make a mistake. When that happens, no one will have the power to correct her… unless Her Highness was to be in the same room overseeing her at the time."

… That would be asking too much. You can't expect Tharja to waste all her time doing that. Or that she would appreciate being disturbed when Elizabeth did mess up.

"Furthermore, Your Majesty… you will not know this, but to be a maid isn't something one simply learns. One has to be committed to it, every single day. Being a maid is knowing you will wake up, serve food, dust the rooms, scrub the floors, polish the stone and wood, clean the linen, wash the laundry, do the ironing, mend the clothes, shine the shoes…"

She closes her eyes.

"Day… after day… after day…"

Normally you would cut off any servant who would dared complain about their duties.

But it's clear by Margaret's tone she doesn't mean it as a complaint. She's honestly telling you what it's like to be a mere servant.

…You can't help but feel fortunate for your noble birth.

Margaret pauses, then opens her eyes and continues.

"Elizabeth has not had to do that. And she has not had to do that for some while. She does little but eat, sleep, carry your dishes, and bathe with Her Highness."

There's a slight hesitation before she goes on.

"She has forgotten the pains of a servant's work, Your Majesty. The sting of scrubbing one's hands until they feel raw, for example."

You admit, you noticed that. Elizabeth's hands still weren't near the level of unspoiled softness of Tharja's or Beatrice's, but they were certainly… daintier. She was a little fatter too, but that was to be expected with her pregnancy.

You sigh and tell her she doesn't need to say any more.

Margaret is right.

It's not going to be that simple.

You can understand, in some small way, why Margaret called Elizabeth your… whore.

You've gotten her too used to having sex instead of working. Even maids you impregnated back in Virilia didn't have as much sex with you as Elizabeth does. Though to be fair, the pool of fertile maids to draw from was much larger back then.

Being around Tharja no doubt helped exacerbate that problem, with her encouragement of her submission to you.


Was that unfixable?

Perhaps there was still a way to undo it.

Choice time:
>Elizabeth is your 'slave'. If you order her to work earnestly as a maid, she will. –Tell Margaret you will directly order Elizabeth to work hard. You can leave out the 'slave' part.
>There must be jobs the maids are neglecting in favor of preparing the castle. If Elizabeth is working on tasks without anyone around, she won't have to worry about the other maids punishing her for making a mistake. She can reacquaint herself to servant-life that way.
>It might be impossible to make Elizabeth work like a 'normal' maid again, but you still want to protect her. Shift the conversation to focus on finding ways to ensure that Elizabeth is protected.
>Elizabeth can't have simply forgotten how to be a maid. Press the issue with Margaret and suggest Elizabeth needs to be re-trained with the twins if that's the case.
>Something else. (Write-in.)

98cb3 No.34061

Combo of two and four, if possible. It sounds like Elizabeth could use the retraining, but keeping her out of the way of the other maids while doing that would probably be for the best.

ee938 No.34066

Hey everyone, I realize this is a conversation so it's reasonable to think Edward can bring up multiple solutions and it's not too realistic to say "one choice makes it impossible to do the others," but let's try not to do write-ins that are "Do both option 1 and 2." It makes it potentially hard to count votes, since if I count it as a vote for both 1 and 2, then that's effectively giving someone two votes. That, or I literally count it only as a vote for "1 and 2," and then it's effectively taking away a vote because unless everyone jumps on with that option and doesn't pick up on it, I have to count it as a unique vote that isn't "1" or "2."

It's all right to say "option 1 with shades of option 2, if possible," because then I can count it definitely as option 1.

Please continue to vote.

3156f No.34072

Option 2, and ask Margaret if she thinks that will be sufficient.

e7137 No.34088


Option 2.

07e6d No.34089

Option 4, but maybe with more privacy?

I'm worried that Elizabeth will mess up the tasks that she's given for option 2 and create more work and more resentment against her

98cb3 No.34159

That's fair. Let's go with option 4, but with as much privacy as we can get, like >>34089 said.

89d19 No.34171

Option 4.

c2f55 No.34191

if it is plausible for this choice, something of a compromise between choices 2 and 4, caveated by something like Margaret perhaps having semi-regular scheduled meetings with Tharja to discuss how better to acclimate Elizabeth to her proper role in the castle at large? Aha, punnery.

ee938 No.34298

>2 votes for option two, propose letting Elizabeth work on tasks by herself and return to doing regular duties that way.
>3 votes for option four, Elizabeth can't have forgotten everything. Propose having Elizabeth learn with the twin maids Margaret is teaching, then, if that's really the case. With notes to try to make it more private at least so as not to draw attention to it.
>1 vote for a combination of option of Elizabeth doing certain tasks privately, with some training with the twin maids mixed in, and private suggestions to Tharja on how she should guide Elizabeth's duties.

Push the issue if Elizabeth has really 'forgotten' how to be a maid, and how Margaret might make a good teacher for her then.

Poll closed. Update soon.

ee938 No.34308

You have two issues, you say to Margaret.

One, you sincerely doubt Elizabeth has simply 'forgotten' how to be a maid.

She is scatterbrained, but they're both professional enough King Vlad had them sent to the castle, after all.


Margaret makes no move to reply, so you continue.


If she really has deteriorated to that level, then it sounds like Margaret could stand to instruct her, like she has with the twin maids.

You remember seeing Elizabeth working with the maids once while Margaret was teaching them, long ago. In a room that wasn't normally being actively cleaned, away from the eyes of the other maids.

That would spare Elizabeth any humiliation and let Margaret re-acclimate her to work.

The solution really can't be more complicated than that.


Margaret keeps her face steady, but you see the faintest hint of her nostrils flaring.

She's either angry at your suggestion, or…

Possibly, sad?

"…Your Majesty heard this morning's talk between myself and my sister?" she asks. Her tone doesn't betray her emotion.

You nod. You already said that you did.

Margaret nods.

"Then Your Majesty should be aware my sister is not in the right state of mind to listen to me anymore," she says. "Therefore, any attempt by me to teach her anything will amount to nothing."


She did say something like 'I don't need you to tell me what to do'.

You suppose that might be a sign that having Margaret directly teach her would be… difficult.

"Furthermore, Lyla and Dahlia have both completed all the necessary training to act as maids. I am no longer 'instructing' them, simply directing them so they stay organized during the preparations."

–Who, you blurt out?

…Then, it occurs to you: those must be the names of the twin maids.

Margaret hesitates slightly before giving a nod.

You wonder which is the older one. You think of asking Margaret, before remembering they're twins and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Besides that, you can't help but sigh.

You ask Margaret straight out.

What does she think can be done to make Elizabeth a proper maid again? Or at least act enough like one?


Margaret avoids your eyes, hesitating. There's a long pause before she answers.

"I don't think anything can be done… Your Majesty," she says.

… Ugh.

She expected you to do nothing? This was a complete waste of time?

This meeting was turning out much more difficult than you anticipated.

Though you suppose that if there was some simple solution, Margaret would have done it already.

You wanted to think your influence could have an effect.

Especially considering your special relationship with Elizabeth.

You stand silently, hoping Margaret will at least think it over a little more.

…Is that it, you ask?

Margaret nods.

"That's it, Your Majesty."

Choice time:
>Fine. You wash your hands of the situation. Still, and perhaps Margaret can subtly spread this around the other maids: if something happens to Elizabeth, make it clear you will be very, very displeased.
>Margaret's being defeatist. Inform her you don't need her help. You'll do something on your own.
>Cheer her up and try to encourage her.

c6f8b No.34319

Such are the consequences of us favoring Elizabeth. And what will she think when other bellies eventually start to swell? *sigh* No easy answers indeed.

Still, let's encourage Margaret.

c2f55 No.34321

As the above poster said, Option 3. Also, echoing the sentiments of these maids have ended up being far more trouble than they're worth, and on obvious dramatic time-sink, but anyhow…enough venting.

89d19 No.34337

Option 3.

95779 No.34338


Option 3

0d1b6 No.34349

Option 3

84c03 No.34350

Option 3

bab8a No.34355

option 3

4d620 No.34398


Option 3

54944 No.34514

>8 votes for option three, try to cheer Margaret up and try to encourage her.

Cheer Margaret up.

Poll closed. Update soon.

54944 No.34900

You really feel bad for Margaret.

You were responsible for this situation, however indirectly. It was beyond the power of your immediate influence to find a perfect solution. At the very least, Margaret thinks so. You're beginning to become convinced she may be right.

No doubt Margaret has been kicking herself over letting things get this bad as well.

You tell Margaret that… things aren't as bad as they seem.

There's a silver lining, if one looks for it. Always.

There's brighter things ahead, beyond this obvious rough patch.


Margaret looks at you with a confused expression.

"What… 'brighter things' are there, Your Majesty? …If I may ask."


For example…

… Now you've put yourself on the spot.

You'd better choose one thing to cheer her up with.

If you just start rambling a list off the top of your head, it won't sound sincere at all.

But, what?

You try to remember what you know about Margaret and speak what's most likely to cheer her up.

Choice time:
>Elizabeth's position isn't bad. You will take care of her. Margaret can trust you to do that. Reassure her the maids have your attention, despite royal matters.
>Elizabeth's pregnant. In its own way, this will eventually let her focus on motherhood… and surely Margaret can find some joy in being an Aunt.
>Regardless of Elizabeth, Margaret is a competent, capable maid with a reputation to match. Remind Margaret she has a secure, stable position among the other maids, and her work is appreciated by them.
>Something else. (Write in.)

A reminder to please only pick one response. A write in is okay as long as it is not 'a combination of two/three choices'.

cd91e No.34901


Option 2.

b2e96 No.34904

Option one. I still think that the way to Margaret's heart is to convince her that we treat her sister well.

4a551 No.34907

Let's go with Option 1. It may not seem like much, but it would probably make Margaret feel better to know her sister will be taken care of (and I'm sure we'll find some way to give the head maid ye olde pink parchment sooner or later, so that will take care of some issues too).

d3306 No.34908

Option 2 isn't going to fly, it reinforces the idea that we just see Elizabeth as a broodmare. Option 3 is bad too, Margaret isn't worried about herself but for her sister.

>"Do you know how hard you're going to have it?! I'm not going to be able to look after you!"

Margaret's afraid that her Elizabeth's life is going to be ruined, that she's going to be left rejected and alone with a child to raise. Option 1 is the best way - to reassure Margaret that we genuinely care about her sister as a person, and that she's not deluded to be putting her faith in us.

Option 1.

98cb3 No.34912

Option one.

84c03 No.34920

Option 1


Option 1 is the only one that deals with Margaret's concerns about Elizabeth

5cc61 No.34938

Option 1.

But I'm also going to present the idea that if Elizabeth takes to motherhood well, she could land herself as head nanny.

We're going to need a lot of childcare in the castle, and fairly soon.

c6f8b No.34939

Option 1

36bd1 No.34942

Great idea. And maybe Malon as a wet nurse? (Beatrice has the boobs for it, but most likely won't do it)

fdb43 No.34944

Option 1.

bf85c No.34952

Option 1

bab3a No.34978

Option 1

54944 No.35024

>10 votes for option one, reassure her that you will take care of both of them, especially Elizabeth.
>1 vote for option two, focus on Elizabeth's pregnancy and that Margaret will be an Aunt.

Reassure Margaret that the situation with Elizabeth has your attention.

Poll closed, update soon.

54944 No.35177

Margaret likes it when you pay attention to detail.

You remember the one time you impressed her with your intellect when you deduced who told her that Elizabeth had surrendered her virginity to you.

You tell Margaret that Elizabeth, and of course, her, are well taken care of.

Even if you don't have a plan that immediately solves the issue…

You aren't abandoning them both.

They both have a special place in your lives, even if you're King and have your own affairs to consider.

You're paying special attention to them both.


Margaret looks at you with wide eyes.

Her hand unclasps itself from behind her back and she raises it to touch at her collar.

…A rare nervous gesture, you realize.

Perhaps you came on too strong with saying they have 'a special place' in your life.

But you think Margaret was moved. Hopefully positively.

"I…" she starts to say.

Then, there's a knock on the door.

… Oh.

You suppose you did give the 'anyone with business can come up' sign to the guard.

You move closer to the door and call out to ask who it is?

It's your maid with your night-laundry and bedding.
She has an obligation to be there, so you let her in.

She sees Margaret, and makes her own surprised expression.

… It's all right.

Your bed is in the same state it was in when you entered, and neither of you have disheveled clothes or other signs you were doing anything sexual while you were alone.

No one would reasonably think you had been doing anything with Margaret. Her reputation is fine.

Margaret gives a little cough.

"Thank you very much for clarifying the situation, Your Majesty," she says.


Yes, of course. Any time, you say.

You have to speak a little more vaguely with the older maid there.

She doesn't say anything else.

Margaret gives a professional smile, holds the door, and you both exit the room.

You have no reason to stay there and watch the older maid work. You might as well escort Margaret down.

You let her march ahead of you.

You reach the bottom of the tower and pass by the guard waiting.

You exchange salutes, and you thank him for obeying your orders as you gave them.

He may have assumed you were taking her back to bed her anyway and not have allowed the older maid to ascend despite your order to the contrary.

Fortunately your guards are obedient and learned by now that you reward their loyalty.

You let Margaret walk ahead down the corridor.

–You can't help but feel a little disappointed.

You didn't discover a solution for Elizabeth's problem, nor did Margaret seem too re-assured.

Was that all a waste of time?


Of course not.

Elizabeth is going to be a mother of your children. It's important you consider her sister Margaret's feelings… even if she was a little frustrated.

… Was she frustrated though?

Your eyes watch her back as she walks off as if everything is normal.

Margaret seemed more frustrated in her talk with Elizabeth with you. She seemed more… sad, with you.

You weren't even sure that was the right emotion.

She likely hadn't wanted to really show her frustrations to you, in that case.


Well, you've put more than enough effort into the maid sisters' problems for the moment.

You're going to be late for your usual sparring and horse-riding sessions.

You can put off thinking about the maids until your meeting with the fat maid after your lunch.

You tell the guard you likely won't be back until evening, and step toward the direction of the barracks.

It's the opposite direction from where Margaret is going.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

54944 No.35313

You have your normal spar. Or, rather, not normal.

The number of guards practicing in the fields has now dwindled down to the single digits. When you approach, they all stop what they're doing and wait for you, expectantly.

You ask them what's going on, and they hesitate to answer before one of them ventures a reply.

"Everyone else is learning new patrols for the Faire, 'Majesty… we were specifically left to practice because the senior guard knew you'd be coming and didn't want to disrupt your schedule."


That's… considerate of him, you suppose.

All of them are good opponents for you.

So you decide to let them all take advantage.

You take up a practice sword and announce, for those who remember, you'll be having another round of 'fend off the assassin'.

Each of them can take a weapon, rush at you with one swing, and you'll try to dodge and counter-strike.

It's a fun little game, and diversion, though you're not entirely sure its training value.

You think if you ever did meet a group of assassins, they would likely rush you all at once, and swing many times.

Still, the guards are openly enjoying it, and you're enjoying it.

…Even if you get knocked around a bit by the end.

>No choice yet, further updates coming soon.

54944 No.35401

Less soldiers means there's not as much need for weapons.

That means you feel comfortable in borrowing a shield, jousting lance, and having them carried for you to your stable.

You've ridden Eclipse once with his armor on, but now you're going to try it while you balance yourself with your weapons.

Eclipse will only tolerate you and Malon getting too close to him.

So that means you both spend some time fitting Eclipse into his armor.

It's not as hard as you thought.

You anticipated awkwardness, but Eclipse is truly a superior animal, and you've bonded quite well.

You take a few gallops and canters here and there, making sure to balance the reins in your shield-hand.

This will be how you joust during the tournament, with the exception that you yourself will be in armor.

Hopefully the added weight won't be too much of a burden for Eclipse.

You ride until you're confident, and return the animal to Malon's care.

Malon is especially affectionate with you today, daring to hold your hand and give you tender smiles, even when you're in the open.

Perhaps her pregnancy is making her more bold… or perhaps she's merely taking advantage of the fact there are less people around.

You decide to do so too, and steal a kiss from her lips.

She holds her body against yours, and you can feel her breasts pleasantly press against your torso.


Unfortunately, Eclipse needs attention after the exercise, otherwise you would gladly take Malon for a roll in the hay, literally and figuratively.

You tell Malon perhaps you'll come purely to visit her next time.

She blushes strongly, her face red as a ripe apple.

"I would love it, King… but you needn't neglect Eclipse on my behalf."


You ask her if she thinks Eclipse will grow apart and treat you roughly if you ignored him, and ask how long that would take?

"Oh, no King. You've spent enough time with him that he'll always recognize you as his master… horses have very good memories."

That's a relief.

You expect you may have to spend time away from Castle Valachia eventually. You'd hate to think you'd need to bother re-acquainting yourself with Eclipse each time.

You thank Malon for her hard work and leave her to it.

You go back inside the castle and find your way to the sitting room to take your midday meal with Tharja and Beatrice.

Margaret and Elizabeth are there as well.

Margaret makes no move to indicate how she felt about your talk with her in your tower. …But you expected that.

Elizabeth is also looking dutiful, the little lace collar around her neck.

Tharja greets you, then… sniffs.

"Were you… riding, my husband?"

…Oh, that's right.

You usually bathe after you ride, for Tharja's sake.

But the maids were so busy you forgot to bother one of them to draw you a bath.

You admit, you did visit the stable.

You'll wash before you attend to Tharja tonight.

She smiles devilishly, then whispers a soft 'thank you'.

>No choice yet. Further updates coming soon.

54944 No.35426

Your meal ends and you proceed to your meeting with the fat maid.

You prepare yourself to possibly make her squirm again to get all the details you need…

…only to find the person waiting for you is the older maid who has been assigned to take care of your room and laundry.

You start to ask why she's there before remembering you specifically ordered the fat maid to delegate the task.


Though, this has revealed something.

The fat maid wouldn't give a task like this to someone she didn't trust.

You had suspected that the maid who was ordered to take care of your personal needs was possibly a personal friend of the fat maid, being rewarded with an 'easy' job for her loyalty.

This proves it, you think.

You exchange greetings, and you set down to business.

Work is being made to fulfill the quota of rooms His Majesty requested. Thirty, no less.

However, the majority of these rooms were in moth-balls and needed to be properly prepared.

The furniture rolled out, arranged, cleaned and polished, the floors scrubbed, linen laundered, etc.

There is a lot of grime to clean out. This hasn't been done for literally decades.

You remember King Vlad's frugal spending habits and you don't doubt there are several years of neglect to some parts of the castle.

But you're still a little surprised to hear that this is the first time many of the rooms will be prepared for someone to actually use them. You'd think more of the castle had activity.

How many rooms out of the thirty are usually moth-balled, you ask?

The older maid hesitates.

"The majority, Your Majesty."

You cross your arms and ask again. You want an actual number.

There's another short pause before she answers.

"Twenty-nine, Your Majesty."

… You can't help but let out a small chuckle.

King Vlad only kept one room open for guests?

"It'd… be inappropriate to say if it was really His Majesty King Vlad's design, Your Majesty."

You wonder who that room went to… the number probably didn't include the room kept open for the Priest. Perhaps it was just in case of an emergency? You remember King Vlad had a so-called 'open' policy of allowing his subjects to ask his judgment in all issues to settle all disputes.

Possibly it belonged to one of his council who died.

–At any rate, you realize now you've given your workforce quite a task.

No wonder the fat maid was scrubbing the floors with them, and Margaret was so anxious to return to work after your meals.

…And Elizabeth so obviously standing out by doing nothing.

You suppress a sigh and concentrate on the task at hand.

At the rate of three rooms a day, and continuing from last week, the maids will have just enough time to get every room done.

It's likely your guests won't all arrive at once, however, so there will be a little leeway for them.

Just not too much. Once guests arrive the maids will be busy attending to their needs. Serving meals, cleaning up after them, laundry, etc.

The plan is to have one maid free to attend to each family, regardless of rooms that family ends up occupying.

One room with three people of the same family will get the same attention as three rooms shared by three members of the same family.

You're not sure if you like the sound of that.

Perhaps you should make a change.

The older maid insists that it won't be necessary. Dividing it up further would increase confusion over which maid has duties with which family. Especially if guests choose to move around for any reason.

You get the impression 'it also means less work for us' is implied.

You think it over.

You yourself had two maids looking after you when you arrived to the castle.

Was one per family really enough?

…Though you are royalty. And Elizabeth and Margaret were a special case.

You take a moment to mentally decide if you should make a change here, and tell the older maid.

Choice time:
>That's not enough. Instruct the older maid you insist on one maid attending to each occupied room, once the guests arrive.
>The planned accommodations are enough… but you want to personally inspect each room that is already done, to make sure it's up to standards you like.
>Both one maid per occupied room, and a personal inspection of each room already done.
>Enough micromanaging. Dismiss her, but with the reminder that you'll be hearing what your guests think when they arrive.

c6f8b No.35434

Option 4. We've meddled enough and the maids are putting in work. Let's trust them to get it done.

5cc61 No.35436

Option 4. No need for a maid revolt on our hands.

95779 No.35439


Option 4.

84c03 No.35440

Option 4

d3306 No.35453

We already put the squeeze on the fat maid to get this done properly, and she knows we're paying attention. Making more demands of the maid corps at this point is counterproductive.

One maid per family is also a much fairer way of doing things. If some pompous family brings a million courtiers and hangers-on, that shouldn't entitle them to more service than those who keep their numbers to a minimum so as not to leech off our royal hospitality.

Option 4 - maids are for impregnating, not micromanaging.

9701a No.35477

Option 4

54944 No.35542

>6 votes for option four, end the micromanagement of the maids and leave them with the reminder you're keeping an eye on them.

…Perhaps you've meddled enough.

There's no guarantee that changing their plans and making maids assigned per room instead of per family will result in a better experience for your guests. Nor that a personal inspection of a room will accomplish more than annoying them and slowing them down.

If you change too many things, the servants might start making their displeasure known to you.

You doubt they'd have the nerve to just stop working entirely, at least, but it's still a consideration. You don't doubt the maids could find subtle ways to register their displeasure.

You tell the older maid you've heard her explanation.

…And you agree.

One maid per family will be likely be enough. –Though you'll of course be aware if that situation changes.

The maid is an experienced servant, so she does not give a visible sigh of relief, but you can tell she's grateful. She gives a professional bow.

"Anything else, Your Majesty?" she asks.

…Yes, actually.

You ask her to prepare a bath for you.

You still have to wash off the scent of the stables you picked up.

No doubt Tharja will appreciate it.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

54944 No.35572

You take your bath, change into clean clothes, and leave the tub where it is. No doubt someone will take care of it eventually.

In the meantime, it's time to visit Tharja.

At least she always has time for you… and you her.

You step lightly on your way to Tharja's wing of the castle.

En route, you encounter Sully.

–Ah. Sully.

You have been ignoring her lately. Compared to the other fertile women, excepting the blacksmith's widowed sister from the peasant settlement, you likely have had the least amount of sex with Sully.

Perhaps it's time to change that.

But, before you can say anything to her, she starts speaking to you.

"King! I had something to ask you…"

The senior guard wants to reschedule Sully's post guarding the princess.

Right now, Sully only comes to guard it in the evening. Otherwise it's unguarded. That likely wasn't a risk with the castle in its current state, but with the Faire and so many guests, it could become a risk.

The senior guard therefore wanted to give guarding Tharja to a regular rotation. Meaning, a different guard every few hours, like your tower.


"If you'd rather I stay here throughout the day, I can do that."

In that case, she explains, she'd guard Tharja's wing throughout the day with only being relieved so she can take her meals and sleep.

There's a slight pause.

"…King," she adds, suddenly realizing it was probably a breach of etiquette to start speaking to you before you spoke up first.

You can't help but chuckle. You're not too preoccupied with that. Especially from Sully.

You've got something to consider.

Does Sully want to stay here, you ask?

She gives a little shrug.

"Guard duty is guard duty wherever it is, King… but if I go into the normal guard rotation, I could be put anywhere."


In other words, if you specifically needed to find Sully, it'd be more difficult in that case.


On the other hand, Sully is, technically, the 'runt' of the guards.

If someone did aim to force themselves into Tharja's wing, they might just overpower her.

Though, that'd be a personal attack against your family. A very serious crime. Should you expect that sort of travesty?

In terms of more base desires, if you still want an opportunity to try to impregnate Sully throughout the Faire, you'd better keep her as Tharja's dedicated guard.

Whether you met her again or not would be completely random, you think.

You think it over, and give Sully your answer.

Choice time:
>Sully's used to the job, and you trust her. She will be Tharja's primary guard throughout the Faire. Tell her to tell the senior guard that.
>You're not sure you want Sully to stand out. Have a normal guard schedule assigned to guard Tharja's wing.
>It's Tharja's wing. Tharja can make the decision. Let her decide.

4a551 No.35576

I'd say Option 1. It's a post Sully is used to, and considering she will eventually be carrying Edward's child (if she isn't already), it would be easier for her to remain at one post than be sent who-knows-where around the castle.

Maybe we should look into ways Sully can become stronger in the future.

e383e No.35580

Option 2: we need to keep good image with the guards, and tharja is intent on arranging things. Sully should not be given special treatment, we already have that problem with Elizabeth

c6f8b No.35584

Option 2. We've already had preferential treatment bite us in the butt, and I would rather that not happen again, especially with the good rapport we have with the men in general. But we can at least tell Sully that we value her service.

5264d No.35604

Option 3.

20af4 No.35607

I vote Option 3, seeing as it gives the appearance of non-preferential treatment from us, and still has the possibility of being able to find her on a regular basis, should Tharja choose her.

On another note, we could always have a second guard alongside Sully for the duration of the Faire, which would negate her small stature. Protecting the Queen (and King) should be a priority for the guards, of course.

9701a No.35610

I vote option 2 for the same reasons

84c03 No.35647

Option 2.

We don't want another Elizabeth situation happening among the guards. Personally I don't think that Tharja will need that much protection, but better to be safe than sorry.

54944 No.35663

>1 vote for option one, have Sully keep her post.
>4 votes for option two, shift guarding Tharja's room to a normal guard schedule.
>2 votes for option three, let Tharja make the decision. (With possibly appointing a second guard with Sully.)

For the Faire, remove Sully from being the dedicated guard of Tharja's wing and instead establish a normal patrol schedule.

Poll closed. Update soon.

54944 No.35665

The situations with the soldiers and the maids are vastly different.

The maids are aloof, but aware you favor Elizabeth. –You'd favor Margaret too, if she were interested.

The soldiers however, with the exception of a few of King Vlad's loyalists, all love you. Sully's relationship with you was just a little more literal with your attempts to impregnate her.


You really don't want another 'Elizabeth problem.'

It's probably better to just have a completely professional guard rotation scheduled.

You tell Sully you have every confidence in her, but she needn't get bored guarding the exact same location all the time.

Tell the senior guard his plan is fine. Treat the princess' wing like any other place being guarded with a normal patrol.

It can return to the situation with Sully guarding Tharja in the evenings after the Faire is done.

Sully looks surprised, but nods.

"Understood, King. If we don't see each other until after the Faire…"

She hesitates, so you take the opportunity to interrupt her.


You might not, but who says they can't enjoy the time they have left with Sully guarding Tharja's wing?

You step closer, bringing a hand up to touch her face. Soft and feminine beneath her boyishly short hair.

Sully blushes at your boldness, making a little sound, and you can almost feel her heart skip a beat.

Would Sully like to come back to Tharja's room with you, you ask?


She nods, then nods again.

It has been some time since you gave Sully some attention.

This may be your last chance to implant your seed in her womb.

With that in mind, you lower your hand to hers and guide her inside the corridor.

You reach Tharja's room and knock for her to open it.

Your excited member is already starting to tent your leggings as the door opens.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

54944 No.35695

Tharja is there, the torchlight from inside gently illuminating her from behind.

She smiles seductively which turns to a look of surprise as she sees you've brought Sully.

It occurs to you Elizabeth may be in there, but then, perhaps Sully would have known about it if that were so?

So you clear your throat and say you invited Sully to your bed tonight as a sort of send-off.

The Faire will necessitate a little more security, which means guards rotating the position throughout the day.

Tharja… frowns slightly, but nods.

"Oh, is that right? You'll be missed, Sully."

Hm. It seems Tharja would've preferred Sully be there instead of another guard.

Though you could have anticipated that. Sully at least is likely used to seeing Elizabeth and perhaps Beatrice come into the wing.

Well, it hardly matters. You're sure everyone will recognize Tharja on sight.

Tharja backs away from the door, letting it creep open further and allow you both to step inside.

You do so, but Tharja doesn't quite shut the door yet.

She stands there with her book in her hand, looking thoughtful.

"Would you like me to let you be alone together, my husband? …Sully?" she asks.


You haven't done it with both Sully and Tharja together yet.

You spare a glance to Sully's face.

Which would she prefer, you ask?

Sully scratches her head.

"I'm… honestly not sure, King. –Your Majesty," she corrects herself.

It's all right, you say.

A talk with your wife is private enough it doesn't need an extra level of formality.

Tharja's expression again becomes one of seduction, a playful little grin complimenting her face.

"May I? I'd do like to… observe… my husband exerting himself with his soldiers… physically…"

The double meaning is not lost on Sully, as her eyes widen at the innuendo.

"If… it really pleases ya, Yer Highness," she says, a little bashful.

Tharja looks to you, her face concerned.

"Though, I don't mind waiting in the library, my husband, if you really would rather be alone. It's really your choice."

You nod.

All things considered, you'd rather…

Choice time:
>Two girls is better than one. Have Tharja stay with you for a threesome with Sully.
>You want to focus on Sully. Ask Tharja for a little time for you both.

a007a No.35702

Option one.

98cb3 No.35707

Option one, for sure

89d19 No.35710

Option 1.

20af4 No.35720

THREEEEEEESOOOOOOOME! (That's option 1, if you can't tell.)

84c03 No.35721

Option 1

19eba No.35725

Option 1(make it intence!)

808c3 No.35728

Option 1.

5264d No.35729

Option 2.

13d81 No.35730

Option 1

54944 No.35745

>8 votes for option one, have a threesome with Tharja and Sully.
>1 vote for option two, ask Tharja to wait and focus on Sully.

Have sex with both Sully and Tharja at once.

Poll closed. Update soon.

54944 No.36284

You don't see any reason to ask Tharja to leave.

You know Tharja has probably seen her naked at least once, as well.

The 'message' to you in the form of Sully's pubic hair being shaved was proof of that.

You tell Tharja she can stay, and gladly.

She responds to your reply with a big grin, licking her lips with her tongue.

Sully meanwhile…

Sully gives you a little smile, still looking quite bashful.

"I wanna thank you both… King… Your Highness."

Sully wraps her arms around Sully from behind, letting her arms droop down to her chest.

"Oh, you needn't thank us, Sully… it's the most natural thing in the world for my husband to implant his seed in every willing womb…"

You can't help but agree. Your cock does too, and you bite back another moan as it bobs against the confines of your leggings.

Sully shakes her head.

"Not that… or, not just that… but…" Sully pauses, face surprisingly shy.

"Being so trusted that you invite me into your private chambers like this… seeing parts of you no one gets to see like this… it's really an honor for just a lowly guard, King. …Your Highness. It's already an honor just to guard you at all, but…"


You hadn't thought of it that way.

Indeed, taking Sully back to Tharja's room was a little different from just taking her to a closet and bending her over.

You'd done that with Elizabeth, and you'd made a trip to the peasant settlement to bed the blacksmith's widowed sister, but…

Well, it's natural that Sully would be a little special.

Tharja leans her head over Sully's shoulder.

"You are very sweet, Sully…"

Tharja's tongue darts out, licking up Sully's cheek.

"I can tell how excited you are for my husband's cock… that's why we're proud to have you join us in our bed."

"P-Proud?" Sully asks.

Tharja gives a little moan.

"Mmhm… You're not just serving him with your womb, you're serving him with your whole body. Your breasts, your hips… Here, show them to us."

You watch Tharja run her hands along Sully's body from her hips to her chest… and she starts to work on undoing her clothing.

You decide to follow suit.

It takes longer than it would take Sully to disrobe herself, but her armor falls slowly to the floor.

…Watching her like this, it's like watching a masculine shell being broken to reveal a feminine center. Though it's less like a peeled fruit and more like a walnut being gradually broken apart.

You set your sword aside and start to strip yourself as well. By the time you're out of your boots, Tharja is putting Sully on the bed and removing hers.

"She's ready for you, Edward," Tharja purrs, gently encouraging Sully to spread her legs by kneading her thighs.

"Arch your back, Sully, it'll make it easier for him to penetrate you."

"L-Like this…?"

Sully rolls herself back on her shoulders, pushing herself up by her feet and arching her back.

Of course, with her naked and her legs spread and crotch pointed toward you, it's downright obscene.

You can see her pussy plain as day in the torchlight, and even the crack of her ass in the curves of her bottom.

Sully's trim and fit, so it's easy for her trained muscles to hold her body like that for you.

You don't think most women could manage that, for long. Even Malon, who is used to hard work, would probably be too busty for it to be comfortable.

Tharja takes her free hand, the one not holding her book, and licks her fingers, before reaching out to glide those digits over Sully's exposed labia.

You watch Sully arch herself even more, letting out a little 'ah!' in surprise.

"Oh, she's hot to the touch down there too…" Tharja smiles at you.

"What are you waiting for, my husband?" she asks.


Not wanting to be out done, you step over to Sully, tell her to keep herself arched a little longer, and lean in to lick her slit more directly.

The hair growing back is longer now, but it's easily navigated as you stroke Sully's lips with your tongue, leaving it wet with your saliva, feeling her buck against your face.

She's… ready, you realize.

And so are you. You felt your pre-cum practically dripping into your leggings before you could pull them off.

"K-King…" she moans.

… You mustn't make her beg.

You climb on to the bed with Sully, mounting her beneath you.

>Further update soon.

6c85d No.36356


20af4 No.36378

Don't be a whiny lil bitch. We're lucky that Aristo wants to spend their time writing this for us.

54944 No.36982

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You both let out mutual moans of pleasure as your manhood slips into its intended destination: Sully's wet, tight vagina. You watch Sully arch her neck as the feeling of penetration hits her.

You stare down at her short hair and her boyish face and are again faced with the novelty of the two conflicting feelings of seeing a face that is groomed to be masculine and yet…

…Her pussy is as receptive and inviting to you as any other fertile woman's.

Soon, it will take and grow your seed.

In the meantime…

Sully recovers from the initial reaction to your intrusion, her lips turning up at you in a blissful smile.

"King…" she moans.


This was how you imagined having your own Kingdom would be like.

Every woman eager to climb into bed with you, each of them moaning their desire for you.

Each of them ready to bear your children.

You press a kiss to Sully's lips.

She closes her eyes and kisses you back, and you lose yourself in the sensation.

Your hands find her hips, and you press down on the small of her back, encouraging her to arch herself against you.

There was only one way you were going to breed her, and that was if you started thrusting.

She gets the hint and does so, a strong abdomen meeting yours. She is getting stronger, you note, now that she's been properly training.

You thrust your hips forward, spearing her folds with your cock. Deep, needy thrusts.

It's been a long day, and you've needed this.

Not just the sex, but also to know that you're impregnating a girl with the sex.


You let out a little gasp, breaking your kiss with Sully.

Sully's wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms around your back.

It's a tight enough grip you couldn't help but wince in surprise.

"Give me your baby, King," she says.


You won't disappoint.

You rock your hips, pulling out of Sully before thrusting yourself back in again.

You can't be that gentle with Sully wrapped around you like she is.

She practically pulls you inside her again when she realizes you're pulling back.

It's hard, and strenuous, but you find a rhythm together. Both externally in your body movements, and internally with her crevasse gripping and contracting around your cock.

She really does… want this.

You feel a pang of regret in not taking Sully back to Tharja's room with you more often, or establishing a routine with her like you did with Beatrice.

–Well, there's nothing to be done.

It was natural that all women wanted you. If Sully doesn't get pregnant this time by some fluke, then you will have after the Faire to see her pregnant.

The exercise is also welcome after the more relaxed session with the remaining guards.

You can feel the sweat building on your brow as your mutual moans fill Tharja's enclosed little room.

Sully moans with delight as you increase your pace and pound her further into the bed, your hips thrusting your cock through her labia lips as precise as a blacksmith would hammer his steel.

The friction of your penis enveloped in her sex and your bodies slapping together builds to your ultimate goal: your orgasm.



Sully lets out a pleased little squeal.

At the same time, you feel her vaginal walls squeeze you, you feel her arms and legs squeeze you.

…It seems Sully beat you to orgasming first. Perhaps the first real spar you 'lost' to her?

Though you're not far behind.

You let out your own primal shout of ecstasy as you feel your groin muscles tighten and contract. The pleasure of your manhood sheathed in a fertile female's pussy coax you to the brink of letting out your cum…

And then, with one last thrust… you do.

You continue sliding your cock inside her as your testicles contract, forcing their load up and out your manhood, until you're spurting deep inside Sully's fertile love canal.

You haven't cum yet today, so your spurt is exceptionally potent. You let out five strong ropes deep inside her pussy, your seed on its way to taking root in her womb.

You stop supporting yourself with your arms and fall on top of her, eager for the closeness.

Your bodies intertwine in a sensual duel of sorts as you both roll on Tharja's bed.

Her little breasts press against your muscular chest as you hug her close.


You moan Sully's name, finding her lips with yours.

Your tongue presses through her parted lips as you claim her mouth for your own.

The hard, wet muscle wrestles with hers as you both recover from your shared bliss.

Sullys legs still trying their best to hold on to you, her hands running through your sweat-streaked hair.

…Well, there you go.

You knocked up Sully.

You can't wait to see the female soldier with her own big belly.

Maybe you should commission some belly armor for her in a few months… something with leather straps to allow room to grow.

54944 No.36983

You eventually separate, for air, and want of your muscles burning.

A bit of your cum runs out from her pussy after you pull out, running down her opening and making her shudder.

It's remarkably cute, and you let out an 'aww' and press another kiss to her cheek… then to her lips.

You break off your make-out session with Sully.

Wasn't something missing?

You look over to Tharja and see her watching you both.

She's still naked, save for her circlet, and the book in her hand.


Wasn't she going to join you both, you ask?

Tharja blinks, and you realize now she was flushed.

"Oh… yes, my husband, but you both seem so occupied… I thought it best not to interrupt your… duel."


You can't help but remember when Tharja spectated that one time, you told her she shouldn't let out a sound while watching.

This was… a little different, perhaps.

Still, you thank Tharja, and hold out your hand to invite her to join you both on the bed.

She smiles bewitchingly and does so, gently taking your hand with hers.

You can't help but embrace her, giving your wife her own kiss.

You spend the next ten minutes or so cuddling with the two girls.

Sully's relaxed and talking openly with Tharja there. You feel comfortable seeing that. It means Tharja and Sully's relationship has always been good.

"I can't wait to get pregnant for you, King! And… for our child."

She pats her belly, smiling, her face flushed with the joy of future motherhood.

It's a picture that makes you grin ear to ear seeing it.

Tharja's smiling too.

"Yes… aren't you lucky, Sully? You're the only one who can handle a responsibility like that," Tharja says.

…Wait, what?

You look at Tharja, puzzled.

Sully does too.

You… can't help but point out you've impregnated quite a share of women.

Certainly it must be no secret to Sully. She was guarding your tower for some time. She's seen you take Elizabeth and Beatrice to your room and Tharja's.

Sully gives a little nod.

Tharja tilts her head.

"Yes, but Sully's the first man you've impregnated, isn't she?"

You're… a little nonplussed. Both at calling Sully a 'man' and also following it up with 'she'.

Sully, for her part, scratches the back of her head.

"Uh… maybe?"

Tharja blinks her eyes.

"You swore an oath to become a man to serve in the army, didn't you, Sully?" she asks.

Sully looks down, embarrassed.

"Well… yes," she says.

Tharja nods.

"Right. That makes you a man. Obviously, a man with breasts, a vagina, and a womb, and one who can get pregnant, but still a man nonetheless."

You can't help but remember that's how the senior guard described Sully's oath. It was technically an oath to 'throw away' her womanhood. Not marrying and serving like a man was just… the result?

But it's obviously not that literal, you think. It was just ceremony.

You watch Sully look down at herself.

"I guess that's what happened…?"

Tharja takes her hands.

"Then, I'm right aren't I? You've got a responsibility none of the other soldiers can match… because you're the only one who can get pregnant."

–Oh boy.

Sully looks like she's halfway to being persuaded by Tharja's idea.

You know Sully is fascinated with your cock, and had asked you a lot of questions about what it was like to have one, but…

Isn't this going a step too far?

You think Tharja might be getting over-excited and projecting some conception on Sully. –It wouldn't be the first time she's done so, really.

You dealt with that when Elizabeth asked to be your 'slave'.

Maybe it was Elizabeth's feelings that pushed her to make the request, but that was clearly Tharja's idea. This might be something similar happening with Sully.

Though, this time you're present and you can actually do something about it.

Then again, should you?

If Sully really wants to call herself a 'man,' is that so bad?

It's a little weird to think that way, but it's not like it would change anything.

–Maybe she'd try to look and act more 'manly' than she already does.

It's clear from your interactions up to this point, despite the exact words of the oath, that Sully thought of herself as a woman who groomed herself masculine and did activities with men… but still a woman. If you let Tharja keep talking, Sully will probably walk away more firmly thinking of herself as a man.

In that case…

Choice time:
>This is a bit too far. Stop Tharja from persuading Sully that the oath was more than metaphorical. It's all right if Sully is female and a guard.
>Let Tharja talk. See if Sully wants to adopt being a man with a womb.

90d05 No.36984

Option 1

93325 No.36986

Option 2.

I am not sold on the idea yet, but Tharja hasn't said what this would actually mean for Sully (and Edward's relationship with her). As long as we talk about playing word games, I don't care. I'm only interested in Sully's breasts, pussy, womb and what Edward can do with/to them.

eb034 No.36987

Option 1.

89d19 No.36988

Option 1.

4ec92 No.36996

Option 1

c2f55 No.36998

Option 1.

20af4 No.37003

Option 1, because Tharja's just being too literal-minded.

54944 No.37013

>6 votes for option one, stop Tharja from persuading Sully of such a literal interpretation of her oath.
>1 vote for option two, let Tharja talk Sully into thinking of herself as a man.

Interrupt Tharja.

Poll closed, update soon.

54944 No.37040

You're not sure what exactly Sully thinking of herself as a man with a womb would do her outlook. Or her behavior, or her relationships with the other guards.

But you can't help but think that Tharja is running away with her own idea regardless of what Sully thinks.

You'd better nip this in the bud, so to speak.

You clear your throat.

Tharja stops talking and both girls look at you.


Sully may have indeed sworn an oath to 'throw away her womanhood,' but it was symbolic, not literal. Of course, Sully is a woman. No oath can change that.

She's required to live like all the other men, as a soldier, but it doesn't make her a man.

Women can have 'dangerous' skills too.

You've known women who have worked as mercenaries, private guards, hunters…

…you almost say 'sailors,' before remembering that was simply a pleasant dream you had.

The point is, there's no need for Sully to change.


Tharja's lips curl in a little pout, obviously sad you've spoiled her 'fun'.

Sully, meanwhile, looks like she's come out of her trance.

"Haha! …Yeah, I mean, my grandfather… from what I understand, everyone thought of him as 'a man,' but I don't need to… completely be like him."

She says before blushing.

Looks like she's laughed off how seriously she was taking Tharja's words as a joke.

Tharja tilts her head at Sully's statement.

"Your grandfather, Sully?"


That's a good starting point for something new to distract Tharja with.

You'd rather not have your after-play spoiled with Tharja feeling disappointed.

You prompt Sully to tell the story of her 'grandfather' to Tharja.

You've heard it, but she hasn't.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

54944 No.37116

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You thought it was a good idea, but…

Sully just plain doesn't have enough details about her grandfather's life to make the story that detailed.

She doesn't know where he originally came from. She doesn't know what battles he fought in. She doesn't know when he swore his version of the oath or how many other people were like him.

All she knows is he gave birth to her father during a battle, then died before the war was over.

Tharja tilts her head, curious.

"How was your father raised if your grandfather died in battle?" she asks.

Sully blushes, embarrassed, squirming uncomfortably.

"I guess… grand-dad must have passed him off to someone else in the family? I don't know…"

You reach over and pat your wife's hand.

You understand she's curious, but it's clearly a subject very dear to her heart. Asking for details she just doesn't know was only going to upset her.

It is sort of tragic in a way.

You knew your own family's history. Quite extensively. There were books in your Father's library dedicated to them.

But then, you were nobility and your Father was Duke.

Sully was just a commoner. No matter how interesting her story, it was unlikely anyone cared beyond her.


The child you give her can learn, you suppose.

While you're being melancholy about it, Tharja moves on to grinning, lasciviously.

"Sully… were you hoping to be impregnated, like your grandfather?"


You'd be surprised if Sully didn't answer 'yes' to that question, now that things had progressed to how they were.

Sully somehow manages to blush even more. Her cheeks tinged red visible even in the flickering torchlight.

"I– I– I gave up on ever being married, Your Highness, but… I thought… maybe it would just… 'happen'…"

Tharja goes 'aww,' then starts making soothing noises to calm Sully down.

"I just never expected it to be by… royalty, or a wonderful man like the King," she says, quietly.

You can understand that.

King Vlad was… hardly in any position to make Sully pregnant.

And the previous Prince had met a sad end.

"I think I should get back to guarding, if it pleases your both, King, Your Highness," she says, recovering.

Yes, you would appreciate some time alone with Tharja.

You exchange an embrace with Sully before she goes, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips and giving her belly a little rub.

You tell her you're glad to know her, and to take care patrolling during the Faire.

Tharja takes her hands too.

"Yes, Sully. When you come back, I want to hear if you've bled since then. If not, you may be able to start celebrating!"

Oh, boy.

Sully smiles, but still averts her gaze, looking down with uncharacteristic shyness.


Sully impulsively give you one last hug, then starts putting on her armor again.

You hold it in plae to make it a little easier, before she salutes and leaves you both alone.

Tharja has to rise and unlock the door for her, then she locks it again afterward.

For a change of pace, you decide to do it with Tharja while she's standing up.

Or at least, only partly.

You have her bent over her table and pound her viciously from behind.

Tharja's more than ready for such rough treatment, and her pussy squeezes against your cock with every thrust.


The sound of your thighs slapping against her hindquarters fills the room. Your balls swinging freely.

It… really is good to take her like this.

Her pussy is a perfect match for your cock.

Of course it should be, you trained it like that.

You let out enough seed that when you pull out, it drips to the floor.

Fortunately, Tharja's already pregnant so you don't have to worry as much about a little spilt seed.


Sex while you're both standing up is tiring, though.

She turns to embrace you, and your arms find each others, and soon your lips.

You tumble onto her bed with her as you both rest and catch your breath.

You can feel her book press against your back as she grabs you.

…You're actually worried about possibly hurting it, but Tharja doesn't seem worried.

About an hour later, you're done with your sexual activity more or less and are both embracing and chatting about each other's day.

Tharja has herself wrapped in your arms, enjoying your muscular chest and toned physique. Her hair soft against your skin.

You can't hide your curiosity.

Why did Tharja want to talk to Sully about… being a man with a womb?

"Oh, that?"

You watch Tharja give a little shrug of her head.

"I thought about her oath, recently… and I remembered my own ritual… you know… that I performed, way back when?"


"If completing that ritual made me a witch, didn't it make sense that Sully's oath made her a man? …That was what I was thinking," she explains.



You're not sure you even have any argument against that line of thinking.

Surely, King Vlad had to give his consent to it directly. That would add a little bit of authority to Sully's… 'ritual', so to speak.


You let out a sigh.

Tharja's ritual had literally turned her into something different. Something… beyond being human, so to speak.

Sully's oath of course wasn't going to literally make a penis and balls sprout from her groin.


You understand Tharja's reasoning, now.

She wanted to feel a little more of a connection with Sully… a little more like she 'wasn't alone' in having changed herself.

That's why she talked with Sully like she should think that way too. That maybe Sully's outlook would have made it more 'real'.

,,, You feel bad, but at the same time it was, at least a little, Tharja projecting her own desires onto Sully.

You stroke Tharja's hair and ask if she's upset you interrupted?

She holds you tighter.

"No, I could never be mad at you for something like that, Edward. You weren't wrong…"

She bats her eyes and you can feel her eyelashes tickle your chest.

"Just forget about it, darling."

…All right.

You don't mention your encounter with Elizabeth or Margaret.

It'd be asking too much for Tharja to intervene at this point.

You spend some time rubbing Tharja's belly, but unfortunately she still hasn't developed a bump.

"I check myself every morning, my husband… I hope it'll be soon."

You do as well.

It'd be a lovely occasion to remember, along with the Faire.

Not to mention the joy of watching her grow bigger and bigger over the months.

You spend a little more private time with your wife.

Being with Tharja, your one true love, lifts the pressures of the day from your shoulders and makes you less anxious for the future.

Of course, Tharja enjoys it too.

You decide to separate and return to your room to sleep.

Tharja wishes you a pleasant night and says she'll see you at your morning meal together tomorrow.

"Good night, my love…"

You hold hands and share one last kiss.

Your fingers both entwine around your respective wedding rings and you feel even more connected.

Tharja unlocks the door and lets you out, making sure to lock it again.

You have to hold your hand to the wall as you go because the night has fallen and there are no lit candles.

You at least remember to move your hand so as not to disturb the portrait of you and Tharja.

Once you're outside, you can take a torch to make your way to your room, at least.

You salute Sully again, and she gives you an emotional smile with her return salute.

The soldier at the bottom of your tower reports no suspicious activity, so you climb your tower and make your way to bed.

>No choice yet, further update coming soon.

54944 No.37181

The next day you pay a visit to Ricardo.

Even if you declined to intervene directly in what he was up to in favor of checking on the maids, it really is to your benefit to know what is going on.

You see another real sign that your castle is changing in preparation for the Faire: there are guards there guarding the entrance to the treasury.

What a novel concept, you can't help but muse. Guards in front of the room that holds your country's wealth.

Of course, they recognize you and greet you with a cheerful salute, stepping aside to grant you access.

As you proceed down the steps, you hear something unfamiliar to you since you've arrived at Ruhemania.

The clinking of coin.

You proceed further and see… Ricardo.

It's perhaps the most active you've seen him. He isn't sitting in some chair with his hand busy writing, he's standing and counting out barrels full of coin. A wooden scoop in one hand, and a pouch in the other.

Furthermore, he has a soldier with him. One of the older guards, though not the one you humiliated that day.

"Sixty-three… Seventy-three…" he intones.

You decide not to interrupt, but the soldier salutes you, which prompts Ricardo to bow as well, mid-count.

"Greetings, Your Majesty…"

His tone is much more formal than you've heard him use toward you in a while. Your surmise that it must be because you have an audience.

Still, you tell Ricardo he needn't bow too low, in consideration for his age and the fact he seems to be busy working.

Does he have time to talk? You stress the matter is not urgent, and you appreciate the attention to the job that he gives.

"Not at all, Your Majesty… I was just finished."

Ricardo deposits the coins and hands off the pouch of coin he was collecting to the guard.

"Remember… one each."

The guard nods, and departs without a word.

… That's odd.

Exactly who is Ricardo collecting coin for?

You aren't sure there are revelers here at the castle or any other sort of merchant, yet… and even then, wouldn't they be paid after the Faire?

If it was an amount he was setting aside for use in the future, he wouldn't have given it to a guard with instructions on how to distribute it.

–Was it for the Church?

You cough.

The easiest way is to just ask him.

"Let us perhaps move to the side-room I have, Your Majesty. Sound has a way of traveling in the open like this."

–He has a point. You trust the guards upstairs, but they needn't hear whatever you end up discussing with Ricardo.

He opens the door to the other room for you, the one you had your first 'friendly' talk in, those weeks ago when King Vlad was still alive.

>No choice yet, further update soon.

54944 No.37453

You step into the back room with your master of coin.

Ricardo carries with him a candle, one purely for lighting purposes, and not the one you use for wax seals every week.

He sets it aside on a counter while you both talk.

No sense not being direct.

You ask Ricardo what that exchange was about?

You hope the Church isn't asking for more 'friendly' donations, the likes of which you already made.

Ricardo shakes his head no.

"Nothing like that, Your Majesty… that was just a little, shall we say, 'greasing the wheels' before the festival begins."

…You don't follow.

Ricardo smiles, looking rather smug.

"I've calculated the arrival of the bulk of the Faire merchants, revelers, and guests will be arriving soon. I arranged for the workers who are being paid to construct your tower would be able to receive their payment for their services in advance…"

He goes on to explain his little scheme.

The workers have been given permission to cease work on the tower project to participate in the Faire.

It was simply asking too much of them to ignore what would be going on.

"They would simply sneak off to join in, otherwise. It's much better for a temporary planned stoppage instead of unforeseen complications."

He explains the architect concurred, and did not expect the break to catastrophically set the schedule for its completion behind enough that it wouldn't be completed before winter.

…You concur.

Your approval isn't worth much now, but you suppose it is the natural conclusion.

You didn't want to risk slippy masonry from the workers because they were distracted by the Faire.

Not to mention that you're aware King Vlad never held celebrations.

This is likely the only revelry the country has gotten to enjoy in many years, if not decades.

"Furthermore, men without coin are simply unable to purchase anything…"

Therefore they would receive coin for their payment of working on the tower in advance.

This would encourage them to spend it at the Faire, making sure the merchants make a tidy profit, and the castle will be richer for it.

"We're getting a commission from them," Ricardo explains.

Interesting… you remember Ricardo had a similar scheme back at your coronation. Taxing the peasants, then returning it to them as a 'gift'.

It strikes you as similar to fishing a trout, then returning it to the river still alive. That is, something pointless.

"Oh, there certainly is a point, Your Majesty. This way, we will end up with the treasury in much better condition than it would otherwise be."

He reminds you that before the Faire, all money in the treasury was ear-marked to be distributed as payment. You technically speaking had no real 'coin' to spend anymore.

"At least until someone showed up to pay their taxes," he adds.

With this, he expects accounts to balance with two-tenths of the treasury full.

… You can't help but feel a pang of anxiety.

Was it really that simple?

Ricardo shrugs.

"Not entirely…"

He explains that to get that money, the peasants had to surrender their taxes a little earlier than planned.

Peasants don't pay in coin, typically, unless they were skilled peasants such as the blacksmith. Those had paid in coin.

However, the farmers and laborers paid in more of their crops and other yield.

…And in exchange, what was given to them, you ask?

Ricardo tilts his head.

"Nothing… except the gratitude of them having paid their taxes."


So, Ricardo had basically robbed the peasants to enact this scheme?

"There is no 'robbing' of peasants, Your Majesty. They pay their taxes and they can hardly argue."

…You'd highly doubt a peasant could do simple arithmetic, let alone the calculations Ricardo does.

But, then, if they had to surrender more of their crops than usual, then what will they eat?

Enough was left for them to sustain themselves… right?


Ricardo gives you a little bit of a bewildered look.

"Your Majesty, it's simply for the sake of the Faire… they'll hardly starve. Food will be available to them."

He explains food, with the exception of exotic trade goods, would be offered freely throughout the Faire. Even if the peasants had surrender enough that they wouldn't eat heartily 'now,' that would soon change.


You're not sure you like this.

You… wanted to at least do right by the peasants of Ruhemania. Your subjects, as it were.

…It would also do you joy to know you were proving Daniella's condemnation wrong.

You ask Ricardo, was it too late to reverse this, potentially?

You could still run and get the guard. Before he handed over the gold.

Ricardo coughs, uneasily.

"That was only one of many payments, Your Majesty… and besides, the guards have already 'collected' the taxes from the peasants."

… Oh.

It… made sense that the peasants wouldn't just readily hand over more than they were used to paying.

Ricardo had called in some of the guards to go to the peasant settlement to make sure the 'tax' was paid.

Come to think of it, you had thought it strange that there were so few guards left to spar with.

It seems 'learning new patrols' was not the full extent of the story. Obvious in hindsight.


If you had talked to Ricardo, the architect, or possibly even the peasants, you might've discovered this in time to do something about it.

But it sounds like Ricardo's plan is already in motion and any intervention would be counterproductive.

…You convince yourself it's for the best.

A little had to be sacrificed to protect the greater good, sometimes.

So the peasants go hungry for a few days. They'll hardly be the first peasants who ever went hungry for a while.

It was the same as if a harvest didn't yield as much as anticipated.

Enough about that, you announce.

Ricardo's done his job. And his job is to make you more coin.

Still, you'd prefer if he had run it by you before he got so… creative.

Ricardo bows his head.

"Apologies, Your Majesty, but this is a rare opportunity… and time was of the essence."

You sigh.

You understand, that's why you're not doing anything more.

It was by your command he create a lavish Faire, after all.

54944 No.37454

You ask Ricardo, though.

What should be your role in the Faire?

The castle seems to be running smoothly, but you're not sure what you'll be doing throughout.

…There's no one to 'tell you' what's expected, really.

Beyond the talking to the priest gave you, but Ricardo doesn't need to know about that.

Ricardo nods.

"When it comes to the Faire, Your Majesty, I imagine you'll have several options…"

There will be a number of performers brought to the castle. Moreover, the coin you've offered to see them ensures they'll be the most talented in all of the land.

Animal trainers, bards, performance troupes, dancers, poets, mummers…

They'll be very eager to earn your favor. Performing for the King will be a great honor. Earning your favor though their performance would let them gain prestige unmatched. Of course, your noble guests will enjoy the spectacle as well.

What if you run out of entertainers, you ask?

Ricardo shakes his head.

"That won't happen… we've promised too much coin for that."

Wonderful. That was a solid option.

"Besides that…"

Ricardo says you're also always free to go out into the courtyard and enjoy the festivities up close.

The merchants set up to offer their goods will likely offer the best of what they have to offer to you to try and sample.

Similarly to the entertainers, your simple approval would be a great boon to them. Even more so if you actually placed an order for some of their wares.

"I've prepared enough coin to satisfy your wants in that regard… within reason, Your Majesty."

That's too vague for your ears. What does 'within reason' mean, you ask?

Ricardo gives a little stroke of his mustache.

"Anything you buy as a personal item will be paid for. If you want to fill the entire castle with such things… that is more difficult."

If you bought an exotic type of weapon, food, or other luxury for your personal use, for example, that would be fine.

If you wanted to buy up a stock to fill the entire castle, that's probably impossible.

"They will be eager to provide you with samples, of course."

You nod. All right, that was another option… go out among the revelry.

"Seeing as we have the Father visiting us, if you organized some religious service for yourself and your guests, he would likely appreciate it."


Yes, you had already been… informed Tharja and Beatrice were expected to attend and give at least one confession.

Expressing your piety was always worthwhile, you think. –Though perhaps you'll put it off until you can check on your witches and make sure they're ready to pass for true believers.

"Incidentally, Your Majesty, there is one issue I need to be informed of your will regarding…"


Ricardo nods.

"The little matter of the jousting tournament."

You nod. How could you forget? You were practicing and training your riding skills constantly.

Ricardo explains he was asked to provide a material prize for the winner.

If, that is, you approved of such a thing.

"You're free to make up your own idea… or offer nothing at all, of course."


You have to consider the contestants.

It would likely include the nobles who were inclined to participate, and you know some guards have already asked permission to attend.

You'll be entering the contest as well. You have to imagine you yourself just might win. You'd like to think you have a chance, at least.

There was also the consideration that you made the tournament an anonymous affair. You had no way of predicting who would actually win.

What prize should the tournament offer?

You could offer gold, or perhaps some sort of trophy.

…It's probably too late at this stage to have a trophy specifically made for the occasion. But…

You look around in the room and know Ricardo must be hiding the jewelry the castle has somewhere in here. It was probably enough to select some trinket.

There was another option.

A Knighthood.

It'd be a tremendous honor to whoever won. If it was to a commoner, it would effectively make them lower nobility. That wasn't necessarily scandalous, but it would place them on a level above their previous standing.

A Knight would be expected to be a true representative of the ideal military fighting prowess, especially mounted. It would be an appropriate reward for a jousting tournament, you think.

Though it'd be awkward if you wound up winning. You're not sure what the standards are for a King knighting himself.

…You suppose in that case you'd simply Knight the runner-up.

That means you should offer as a prize…

Choice time:
>Gold is a good enough prize. Instruct Ricardo to award coin to the winner… not a ludicrous amount, but enough for the winner to enjoy themselves with at the Faire.
>Gold isn't meaningful enough. There must be something in this storeroom that could be used as a trophy. Ask Ricardo to show you all the valuable jewels and other tokens he keeps hidden back here. You'll pick something out to be awarded to the winner as a token of their victory.
>A material prize sends the wrong message. The winner will receive a Knighthood.
>The glory of winning is enough. No prize other than hearing the cheer of the crowd.

20af4 No.37457

I really like the idea of the knighthood. But maybe that's because I watched 'A Knight's Tale' too many times as a kid.

54944 No.37458

Just to be sure, this is a definite vote for Knighthood?

I always strive to be sure about the votes and separate it from wondering how to vote. Please be clear with your votes, everyone.

f222b No.37460

I too love "A knight's tale". Knighthood it is!

I am not sure how a peasant will view this, however. A knight is typically expected to find a way to pay for his own expanses. That's why knights are thought of as part of the nobility. It simply does not make sense to become a Knight unless you have a wealthy family to support you. (And that's also where "black knights" come from: If they don't have the money, some knights turn to robbery as a way of obtaining money)
So maybe not farmers and blacksmiths. But maybe merchants. Depending on what they're trading, they might actually be wealthier than some noble men.

20af4 No.37461

Sorry, sorry! But actually, given that Oz has a VERY good point, I'm actually gonna vote a combo of one and two. A small golden cup with some gold in it, if the treasury has one. (I'm sure one could be made quickly, if not.)

f222b No.37462

I actually thought I made a point in favour of the Knighthood option ;-)
As in: Because knights have to pay for themselves, that price does not cost us anything.

aeedb No.37496

I vote for Knighthood, because it sounds coolest.

Yeah I made myself a tag finally, hope no one’s too offended by it. I had the idea for it like at least a year ago and I know it’s not as funny anymore, for various reasons, but it still makes me chuckle.

bf85c No.37502

Option 4
for honor being “knighted” by the king

20af4 No.37545

Well I suppose you made a point for and against. Because we could be creating a problem for our guards if we knight a peasant and they become a black knight. But it's true that it doesn't cost anything for us, so I'll change my vote to knighthood. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

89d19 No.37576

Option 3. Knighthood, definitely.

4a551 No.37577

I'm going to go with Option 3. Anyone who can endure a jousting contest and come out on top is certainly worthy of being a knight, plus it doesn't cost us any coin to do it. And potentially thinking ahead, since this contest is going to be anonymous for the most part (I'm sure the losers will be rather beat up by the end, and obviously we will have to know who the winner is to knight them), it would be rather amusing if a woman managed to win…

84c03 No.37578

Option 3: knighthood

7caf2 No.37581

Option 3:Knight

c6f8b No.37582

I must confess that I'm starting to get paranoid about the consequences of our actions, which are delayed and far reaching. To that end, I put in my vote for a trophy of some sort.

c2f55 No.37585

Option 3.

f8b4b No.37592

Option 3.

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