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e8add No.48104[Last 50 Posts]

To avoid possibly reaching a situation where potential votes would be lost because the reply limit was reached, I create a new Impregnator Kings thread.

Impregnator Kings has become a very long project, and many of the threads which were on pregchan are no longer available. They are, however, available via the Internet Archive. These threads are missing the full images, but still have a number of thumbnails. It's not an ideal solution, but it is one that allows the full story to be read.

Beginning thread: https://web.archive.org/web/20170619163636/http://pregchan.com/d/res/12251.html

Sir Edward of Virilia is a young aristocrat who has made a name for himself for his virility and his ability to impregnate many women. This allows him the opportunity to marry above his station. His Father arranges a meeting with a matchmaker in which Edward is given the opportunity to choose what woman will become his wife. He must think not only of how attractive each woman is, but their own unique situations facing the countries they come from and what lives they lead.

Second thread: https://web.archive.org/web/20170619123902/http://pregchan.com/d/res/14131.html

Sir Edward, now Crown Prince Edward, has chosen to marry Princess Tharja. Tharja is a bewitching beauty from the very distant country of Ruhemania. After a long journey, Edward arrives at Castle Valachia, meets his new wife, and begins to try to adjust to living in a new country, far away from his home, family, and everything he ever knew. He has an immediate attraction with Tharja, and their mutual infatuation with each other quickly turns to one of love. Edward truly believes he's found his soul-mate, but he has a number of other factors to consider. Tharja's father, His Royal Majesty King Vlad, judges his every move. A mysterious maid named Daniella stalks the corridors of the castle, presumably as King Vlad's spy. He has to deal with two sisters, Margaret and Elizabeth, who have been assigned as his personal maids. He strikes up a sort of 'understanding' with King Vlad's Master of Coin, an older man named Ricardo. Finally he finds some routine by sparring with the guards when he has the opportunity. Still, there are clearly secrets to be found in this old castle, and the motives of King Vlad suggest there is much Edward doesn't know about.

Third thread: https://web.archive.org/web/20170619104842/http://pregchan.com/d/res/15553.html

Tharja reveals to him her secret because she has no other choice: she's a witch, and Edward has had a curse placed on him, the most likely origin being when he took the matchmaker to bed, when he first decided upon his bride. They form a plan to search out the help of Beatrice, the Golden Witch, hoping she will be powerful enough to break Edward's curse. Doing their best to keep a low profile, they sneak out of the castle and make a long hike to her mansion. Beatrice is fickle and capricious with her magic, but Edward and Tharja convince her to help them summon Patchouli, the Witch of Knowledge who masqueraded as a matchmaker, so Edward can ask her to lift his curse. They succeed, and part on amiable terms, but the night is far from over. They've attracted the attention of Daniella, who was secretly a witch-hunter, and she will accept nothing less than Tharja and Beatrice's deaths. Daniella is subdued, and after being taken to the dungeon, she reveals the true background of Ruhemania. Ruhemania was originally a land loosely comprised of many independent aristocrats who administered their own territory. Each of them had their own witch who offered their services with magic in exchange for being left alone to practice and experiment with their magical power. The Independent Duke Vlad, for whatever reason, rebelled against that order. His unification war to unite Ruhemania as one country was actually a great extermination campaign to purge the land from the scourge of witches and witchcraft. Through a number of circumstances, Tharja came upon a magical book that she was able to use to become a witch, prompting Daniella's suspicion and eventual conflict. Beatrice decries King Vlad's efforts as nothing more than outright slaughter of her friends. Edward is presented with a choice of who to side with. Accept Daniella's explanation: force Tharja to renounce witchcraft forever, impregnate Daniella with children she will raise to be the next generation of witch-hunters, continue to be groomed as King Vlad's heir until he expires of natural causes. Or, to side with Beatrice: kill Daniella, hide her body in the oubliette, allow Beatrice to assassinate King Vlad, become the new King of Ruhemania immediately with his death, and continue to have Tharja practice witchcraft. Edward chooses to side with Beatrice, undoing King Vlad's work and embracing the legacy of witchcraft in Ruhemania… on his own terms.

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

King Vlad dead, Crown Prince Edward must quickly prepare for his coronation. He learns from Ricardo that despite King Vlad's insistence that he could not afford many simple luxuries, the treasury is in very healthy shape. Not soon after, Beatrice arrives, posing as a noble, and quickly assimilates herself into daily life in Castle Valachia, swearing to serve Edward in matters of magic… to a point. Edward is coronated in a poignant ceremony. As a new King with new ideas, King Edward sets out to make many decisions that will affect the castle, and the country. During this time, he cements his good reputation with the guards. Beatrice is made into his spymaster and begins work investigating the various people he must deal with day to day. Edward promises to build her a grand tower to live in and hires an architect and crew to build it.

Fifth thread: https://web.archive.org/web/20170619134833/http://pregchan.com/d/res/16909.html

There are many things for Edward to consider as he continues his rule. His horse arrives, a special promised gift from King Vlad, with a beautiful girl named Malon as a stablehand. The first signs Tharja is pregnant begin to appear, bringing him the joy of siring a legitimate child and that his position as King will be secured with an heir. However, a random factor appears in Erika, another witch, and sole survivor of King Vlad's purge. Moreover, she has a rivalry with Beatrice that invites conflict. Edward has her leave, concerned about appearances… but is surprised when Erika appears in his bedroom late at night. Though he has concerns, he cannot resist impregnating her. In the end, he finds a suitable manor for her in the Kingdom that she can use as a new home. She accepts the offer and leaves. Edward swears to Tharja that he won't ever put himself in a situation that will risk his life… so that they can live out as much time as they can have together before he dies a mortal's death and she lives on as an immortal witch. Elizabeth is symbolically made into Edward's 'slave'.

Sixth thread: https://web.archive.org/web/20180307043453/https://pregchan.com/d/res/24119.html

Edward helps Tharja decide what her legacy as a witch, and your wife, should be. Preparation for the Summer Faire that Edward has decided to hold continue. The treasury of Ruhemania sits near-empty with the expenditures he's made to prepare for it. A new obstacle appears in the priest representing the Church insists that Tharja must attend a service and give confession. Tharja still has issues with guilt regarding the Church, and fear she will be found out. Beatrice is given instructions to help Tharja move past them. Edward is forced to make a decision into what sort of priest to appoint as a court chaplain, and chooses an immature priest who will bring at least two nuns with him to the castle. This indirectly results in a situation that ultimately turns out awkward and Edward confesses his has issues with prostitutes to Tharja. As the Faire approaches and time runs out to make preparations, Edward chooses to focus on the maids' activities.

Seventh thread: https://pregchan.com/d/res/33943.html (Thread available on pregchan until removed. In which case a new link on the Internet Archive will hopefully be available.)

Edward discovers he's unwittingly helped put Elizabeth in a bad situation, and that there's no easy solution. He does his best to reassure Margaret he's cares about them. Lesser nobles begin to arrive to the Faire. They hold no titles and are mostly the left-overs from King Vlad's unification war. Edward must deduce for himself who to be wary of and who to trust. He quietly recruits his guards for this purpose. He must maneuver several delicate situations with his nobles, traveling merchants, and a band of performing nomads that show up. Above all, Edward strives to be just, but fair. In all, Edward has impregnated many of the women present. Tharja is pregnant but not showing. Elizabeth has a tiny bump. Malon reports missing her menstruation. A widowed peasant is pregnant with Edward's child. The last hold-outs are Sully, a female guard, and Beatrice. Edward does his best to ensure they're both inseminated, at least. The Faire has brought many new women to the castle.

A chat thread exists for in-depth discussions, feedback, and emotional reactions:

http://pregchan.com/c/res/4340.html

The new update will be posted soon.

e8add No.48106

You nod to Corrin. Of course, every individual has their own strengths and talents.

You wonder though, if there's anything he is specifically hoping to see or experience from the Faire? Or perhaps something he'd like from you, as King?

You watch Corrin's eyes light up.

A-ha. There definitely was something.

You struck gold with that offer there.

"Ah…"

Corrin still hesitates, his eyes flitting to the guards.

"I thought it would be untoward to ask when I have but arrived, but… I can't help but be eager for one possibility of being here, Your Majesty."

You smile easily at him. It's all right, you say. He need not hold himself back.

If it's nothing exceptionally sensitive, you don't mind hearing it now.

Corrin's cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"If you insist…"

He begins to explain although he's not physically adept, he considers himself a good reader.

It does make sense, you muse privately to yourself. One can't paint pictures with words like Corrin if they don't have some basis. You're not surprised to learn he's very literate.

"However, Chrisania's situation does not allow much opportunity for finding new books… I've familiarized myself with what my family possesses so much I can hardly stand it," he confesses.

Books are a rare commodity. They had to be copied by hand, after all.

You forget the details, but aren't they written with special ink as well? Otherwise the writing would fade.

Maybe you should be surprised at all that any books survived King Vlad's war… besides the fact that war would burn dwellings and destroy books as a consequence, the witch hunters would search out any suspicious books for burning.

Corrin steeples his hands in front of him again.

"I couldn't help wondering if your castle has a library, Your Majesty… I would enjoy so much an opportunity to view the contents, and to talk with your scribes and scholars."

… You clasp a hand over your mouth, pretending like you're thinking it over.

Though you're actually hiding the awkward look on your face.

The castle definitely has a library… but it's Tharja's library, in her private wing.

Furthermore, you don't have any scribes or scholars for Corrin to consult with, other than Tharja herself.

You wonder how much Tharja has really read. Potentially she could meet his expectations, but…

There were several things to consider.

If you let Corrin have the freedom to go to your library at any time, it will, at least, irritate Tharja.

It's her domain, after all. She'll likely have to adjust her routine. At least she couldn't risk meeting Beatrice and doing magic with Corrin potentially walking in.

However…

If you admit to Corrin that the library is claimed by your wife, and she would need to give permission before he could visit… would it challenge your authority?

You're not so small minded as to feel threatened from giving your wife consideration, but appearances mattered when others were concerned.

He might take it as a weakness that you would need to ask 'your wife's permission' before letting him enter.

…It is a small request though. This could be an easy way to get on Corrin's good side.

Not to mention you're the one who brought it up, he has every right to expect you to acquiesce.

In that case…

Choice time:
>Give Corrin what he wants. Tell Corrin about the library, permit him to enter. You'll discuss the situation with Tharja later.
>Be upfront and truthful with Corrin. The library is very close to your wife's quarters and she considers it hers. As such, he may visit only with her permission.
>Evade the issue. Point out it'd be a waste to spend time reading when the Faire is going on… or there may be a merchant with books.
>Lie and postpone the issue. You need to inspect the library and make sure it's in a condition to be presentable to guests. You will update him on the situation later.

294c8 No.48114

So far Corrin has been nothing but nice in this encounter, he shouldn't be given the runaround.

Option 2. It's Tharja's library, she can decide if Corrin gets to enter or not. At the very least, though, she could give some books to Edward or Beatrice to pass along to Corrin so he's not completely out of luck if she doesn't allow him entry

a91b7 No.48116

Option 2.

Tharja is wonderful and accommodating for all of our personal proclivities. At the very least, we should respect hers.

909a1 No.48117

>>48106
We shouldn't forget that the library is also the place where Beatrice teaches Tharja about witchcraft. There is no way we can just anyone wonder in there.

Especially because Tharja is so accommodating, she will only ask Edward what he wants. So that only pushes the decision back. Beatrice is the one we have to talk to.

I propose a write-in: Instead of focusing on the library, we seize the words "scribes and scholars". We tell him that the castle's population is very small so that there are no scholars here. Only a handful of noble people and their servants. In fact, the queen is very well read and will surely appreciate some stimulating company for dinner and he (and his wife?) is welcome to join our table tonight.

This way Corrin can kind of gets his wish and we get time to talk about library access with Tharja and Beatrice (really, it's Beatrice who will know when if ever there is a good time to allow visitors into a place where witches practice).

909a1 No.48118

>>48117
> There is no way we can just anyone wonder in there.
Goddamnit. "There is no way we can just let anyone wander in there." is the sentence I meant to type.

4c0a8 No.48120

>>48117

I really like this write in. It gives us more time to learn about Corrin and it lets us broach the library subject with Tharja and Beatrice.

4c0a8 No.48121

>>48120

To clarify, I'm voting for the write-in.

ad913 No.48122

>>48117
This is good! I too will vote for the write in.

38f15 No.48125

>>48117
While I do like this option for its diplomacy towards Corrin, it does carry a risk. Word could get out to the other nobles that Corrin sat at our table, and they will wonder what he did to earn such favor so quickly. This may make the other nobles jealous of him, or more persistent in any attempts to gain our favor. So far Corrin has been cordial and respectful, but I have to question whether he has really earned our favor yet.

I shall vote for option 2, as it is a bit safer.

accb2 No.48128

>>48117
Signing on to this write-in option.

c289b No.48129

>>48125
I mean at some point, we will have no choice but to treat some noble differently than an other. Edward may already have done so by speaking a little bit longer with Corrin than with others. We don't really know.

As far as discrimination goes, I think this one is benign enough. Also, it might not be the worst message to send anyway: The king favours intelligence and non-threatening behaviour. What's wrong with that? And we're already on route to evaluate him as a potential ally, are we not?

e8add No.48141

>>48121
Thank you for clarifying that your post was a vote and not merely considering the idea. Having every vote clear helps me tally the votes when it comes time to close the poll.

As for the vote itself…

>3 votes for option two, be forthright and truthful in explaining the library is Tharja's domain.

>4 votes for write-in, delay the question of the library, invite Corrin to share a meal at your table so he can talk with Tharja, the only person at the castle who could be called 'your scholar'.

Delay answering, but invite Corrin to share a meal at your table.

Poll closed. Update soon.

e8add No.48145

You tell Corrin the situation you inherited at the castle is… a little delicate.

You do indeed have a library, but there are no dedicated scholars or scribes here to appropriately research and interpret the contents within. At the very least, His Royal Majesty King Vlad did not appear to designate anyone with that responsibility. And you have not had the opportunity to do so since your coronation.

–However, you know that your wife, Her Royal Highness Princess Tharja, is rather fond of reading. You believe that she could serve as a viable substitute for his request.

You think it'd be very appropriate if you shared a meal together. You therefore invite Corrin to dine with you when you take your midday supper.

You think that will be a fine opportunity for them both to become formally introduced.

… Yes. It might look scandalous if you simply left your wife alone with another man. Making sure you were present when they talked was a good excuse for not simply taking him to the library immediately.

You don't really worry about infidelity on your wife's part, or for Corrin to make untoward advances, but appearances had to be maintained.

Corrin straightens himself up, face… looking a bit tense.

"Oh…" he says.

…Is something wrong?

You belatedly add that if Corrin has a wife, she is welcome as well.

You think your sitting room can accommodate that many people.

Corrin makes a little nervous cough.

"I am not married, Your Majesty. However, I do have no less than three older sisters who have made the travel here with me."

…Oho.

You'd better be careful how you phrase this…

Would their husbands permit them to join you all as well, you ask?

Corrin gives a little awkward laugh.

"None of them are married, Your Majesty."

…Wonderful.

Finally, some good news. You were getting eager for more women to romance… and Corrin has no less than three sisters.

You hold your hand above your face again as you can't help but grin.

Unless they're unreasonably older, they should well be within fertility's range.

–Although.

Three older sisters? Corrin didn't mention any brothers, either. You think if he had any, they likely would have come as well.

…You're struck with a sudden notion. One which might be no more than a wrongful assumption, but it's highly likely that Corrin's family must place a lot of pressure on him, if he's the only male heir available after his mother went through, presumably, four pregnancies.

No doubt he has three older sisters because his parents were desperate for a son. It would explain also why he was, as he put it, not particularly brave or bold. Certainly his parents wouldn't want him to do anything to risk being injured, or killed.

That little detail may have revealed an interesting insight into Corrin's situation.

You lick your lips and start speaking again.

You shall not withdraw your offer, but your table is perhaps too small to share with four guests at once. Therefore, perhaps Corrin and his three sisters would care to join you all tomorrow?

It would give them time to get settled in and de-stress after the journey, as well as give you time to prepare another room with more comfortable arrangements that can accommodate you all.

Inwardly, you'd like the chance to admire the sisters Corrin brings with him, and you'll lose that chance if he comes alone.

The delay will give you time to privately discuss the matter with Tharja and Beatrice as well.

Corrin makes a little relieved sound.

"If that's the case, then I thank you for the… honor, Your Majesty."

You nod. That settles things.

You think you're done here, but… perhaps you should ask one more thing before letting Corrin go.

Choice time:
>Sisters are well and good, but what about Corrin's parents? You should probably make sure you know his background lest you commit another faux pas like you did with Dimitrie.
>Perhaps try to learn more about the sisters in a roundabout way. Ask if it's possible any of them would be as interested in the subject of the library, or if it's just Corrin himself?
>You should give Tharja time to become prepared so she knows what to say. Ask if there's any particular subject or study Corrin is eager to read about. It will help Tharja concoct a conversation when you all meet.
>You think the conversation has run its course. Bid Corrin a fine rest and thank him for the pleasant introduction.

c289b No.48148

>>48145
Option three.

Let's be considerate toward Tharja here.

3b712 No.48149

>>48145
Option 3, I agree that we should do Tharja the courtesy of letting her prep.

71fee No.48164

3

38f15 No.48172

I shall agree with option 3.

4c0a8 No.48173

I vote for option 3

e8add No.48187

>5 votes for option three, ask Corrin if there's any particular subject or other type of book he hopes to find and read in the library. You can pass the information on the Tharja to help her prepare.

Ask Corrin about what he'd like to read.

Poll closed. Update soon.

e8add No.48189

One last thing, you say.

Does Corrin have any particular subject or type of book he'd like to look up?

It might help later if you could pass the information on.

Corrin nods and strokes his chin with a hand.

"I'm so starved for material I'll accept anything, Your Majesty, but I suppose I am more taken to books that tell stories than those that describe things that are physical… or metaphysical."

Hm. So something like the epics of bards. That fits with with his poetic flair.

Though you think if that were the case, he'd rather hear the performance of a storyteller than read about it.

–Well it'll do you no good to judge Corrin's taste.

You thank Corrin for the pleasant introduction and bid him a pleasant rest, for now. You look forward to tomorrow.

"As do I, Your Majesty. Until then."

He starts to bow, before catching himself and kneeling before you again. You think it was perhaps a genuine moment of forgetfulness than disrespect, so you let it pass without incident.

You watch him leave; he walks with a slow, steady pace to his step, without being rushed or betraying some emotion or desire to flee.



You have your crown replaced under it's protective glass and dismiss the guards.

You're rather pleased with yourself after that meeting. Corrin seems like a fine young noble. Perhaps taken to activities that don't quite mesh up with your fondness for sparring and physical exertion, but to each their own.

At any rate, he told you a lot about Chrisania, which you were eager to hear of.



It's on your way through the corridor that you start taking to reflection.

–Wait a minute.

…Did he teach you anything about Chrisania?

You run over his words again.

Corrin, when asked about Chrisania, did not talk about himself or his family, did not talk about the people, did not talk about what wildlife was like, or anything else that could be considered a 'resource'…

As poetic and evocative Corrin's words were, he basically did nothing but talk about the weather.

It matched what you remember reading about Chrisania, so it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't particularly interesting either. It was more detailed than Dimitrie's offer of "There's trees," when he described his homeland, but functionally it was the near same.

… You suppose he wasn't going to spill his guts for you to see at your first meeting. Not to mention there were guards in the room. You shouldn't think anything of it.

But all the same, maybe you should investigate a little bit more, to make sure there's nothing you missed.

Another visit to Ricardo might be in order. You imagine he'll have some records that could reveal something.

…Then again.

If you left now, you might catch Tharja and Beatrice.

You have until tomorrow night to prepare them for the supper, but it might be worthwhile to alert them that Corrin had interest in the library.

At the very least, even if you wait to talk with your witches, you can be assured Corrin won't be able to wander into it just yet. He doesn't know where it is, and even if someone told him, the guards are patrolling and likely wouldn't let a man they'd never seen before past them.

Choice time:
>Pursue more research about Chrisania with Ricardo, just in case.
>Search for Tharja and Beatrice immediately.

4c0a8 No.48196

>>48189

Now I'm starting to get a bad feeling, something definitely feels off now. There had to be more than just one pair of witch hunters left in Ruhemania (Daniella and her brother), and maybe they showed up once we gave them a good reason to do so, to investigate the new king.

I vote for Option 1, it might be a better way to poke holes in Corrin's story if he is only pretending to be from Chrisania.

accb2 No.48203

Option 1, definitely. Ricardbro seems to like being genuinely useful to Ed-boy's agenda, anyhow.

38f15 No.48208

Hmmm… tough choice. Yes, let's get more info from Ricardo first. We can talk to the ladies later when we have a better idea of what we're dealing with.

18834 No.48211

Option 1

e8add No.48222

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>>48196
Not to interject, but Simon and Daniella were husband and wife, not brother and sister.

>4 votes for option one, pursue more research about Chrisania with Ricardo.


Research a little more about Chrisania, just in case.


You'd better catch up on Chrisania before you meet again.

Tharja and Beatrice can wait. You may not even find them both before lunch, but you know you'll see them there.

You have to make sure Chrisania isn't hiding some secret.

You make a sharp turn and head to your treasury.

If anyone has notes on the duchy, it's Ricardo.



You find Ricardo working with all due diligence on your behalf to carry out your orders. After some brief courtesies, you tell him you want to see all documents related to Chrisania.

"…All documents, Your Majesty?" he asks, his tone implying it would take a bit of effort to accomplish.

Yes, you repeat. All documents.



Ricardo takes you into the back room and starts going through his filing system.

There's a remarkable amount of dust kicked up as he finds every last document he can about Chrisania.

It has the relevant information you're looking for. A confirmation of what taxes have been paid, and what house is paying them.

It doesn't tell you any details about Corrin's family situation or who his parents and grandparents were, it simply confirms taxes were collected, and the source of those collections.

The documents don't stretch back before King Vlad's unification war, because the territory was not one of King Vlad's original holdings.

The maps indicate the major source of taxes comes from farms, and some mining of iron and other materials. The mining is not in-depth because of the relatively out-of-the-way location of Chrisania in regards to Castle Valachia. The records indicate there is less wildlife there, relative to the rest of the country, because taxes from furs and meats are low.

–Or so Ricardo helps you interpret.

Your paranoia gets the best of you and you ask if the people who show up at the castle are confirmed to be who they say they are?

"That may be a question for your guards instead of me, Your Majesty."

Ricardo only investigates arrivals to the castle when mercenaries are involved. However, it's very likely Corrin is who he says he is.

"Why don't you try the method I used to identify you, Your Majesty?"

There's vague sketch of the family seal of Corrin's family in the documents… the one he wore on his cape-latch. You stare at it, but you can't quite remember if it's the exact same or even similar. You didn't get that close a look. Nevertheless, you try to commit the details that stand out to memory for when you see him again.

"You might also try asking him to explain the meaning, Your Majesty. An aristocrat who can't explain the history of their family's seal would be suspicious."

… Ah. That… may be an idea. Certainly you could do so for Virilia… and possibly Ruhemania's as well.

You're starting to think the notion of Corrin being some impostor is a wild possibility. Corrin was simply dressed too nicely and talked too eloquently to be anything but nobility. Furthermore, he asked for access to your library, a sign of literacy.

You sigh in relief. Perhaps your misgivings about Chrisania were simply that… notions of unease.

It may be wise to not take Corrin at face value in your interactions, but there's no indication of anything sinister in Ricardo's records.

You ask Ricardo one more time to be sure.

What he's shown you now… is every document related to Chrisania, correct?

Ricardo… hesitates.

"Actually, no."

…What?

He shakes his head.

"No, I have not, now, shown you every document related to Chrisania… Your Majesty."

–Why not?

Go ahead then. Bring out whatever he's hiding, you say.

He grunts a little apprehensively.

"I'm afraid I can't, Your Majesty."

You're getting frustrated now.

Again, why not?

Ricardo smacks his lips without opening his jaw.

"…Your Majesty, you removed one document relating to Chrisania and took it with you… therefore, it is impossible for me to present every document related to Chrisania for your review."



You blink, once, then again.

You removed it…?

…Oh, God. You remember now.

You've only taken one document from Ricardo. You were so eager to take it, you told him not to make a copy.

Eager to have it, and eager to remove all record of the place.

–But you understand Ricardo's meaning now. He wasn't playing coy to fluster you. He must have himself realized whatever reason you wanted that document was a secret, and it was a secret he would be better off never investigating.

…and he's right.

The missing document is the location of the manor you gave to Erika!

That could only mean… you'd sent Erika off to live in Chrisania.

… You swallow, hard.

Ah, yes. You remember now, you say.

You think you're done here.

You praise Ricardo for his good work and dutifulness. He's satisfied your request very well, to satisfaction.

You have no more need of seeing these documents right now.

You'll thank him if he puts them away while you get on with being King.

"…Of course, Your Majesty."

Ricardo gives you a respectful bow and you stalk yourself out of the room.

You climb up the stairs in a daze.

So much so you don't even hear the soldiers when they greet and salute you on your way out.



You walk a bit until your feet tire and you begin to calm down.

This was an inevitable result of giving Erika a place to stay… of course. Whichever of the three locations you gave her, they were going to be somewhere in your Kingdom. You just hadn't paid attention to the geography as much as the type of dwelling you'd asked her to live in.

…You take a deep breath, finally coming to a stop under an archway in a corridor.

This was fine.

Just because you sent Erika to Chrisania doesn't mean she's done anything.

The manor you gave her was, without a doubt, abandoned. Isolated. Chrisania was an entire duchy, after all. The size of it, in perspective, put the manor you gave her beyond something one could discover by tripping over it…

There was no reason to think Corrin or his family had met her.

…Right?

… You should bring this up to Beatrice and Tharja later.

"Your Majesty?"

You blink, realizing you're being addressed by one of your guards on patrol.

He had no choice but to speak to you since you're blocking the exit. You apologize and tell him you were lost in your thoughts for the moment.

You step aside and he salutes before continuing on his way.

You rub your temples and discover you're sweating.

A quick glance out of a nearby window tells you it's almost midday. Somehow you'd wasted enough time you didn't notice before now.

–Though your stomach makes its needs known as you feel it let out a small gurgle.

You walk briskly in the direction of your sitting room.

Your legs feel a bit stiff from all the mindless wandering you did, but you manage well enough.

You consider your options…

You couldn't bring up Erika in front of Elizabeth and Margaret. It was probably better not to allude to them either.

But discussing your meeting with Corrin wasn't out of the question. It was a mundane activity you were fulfilling as King, after all.

The question was if you wanted to.

Choice time:
>Attend lunch, bring up your meeting with Corrin in the conversation with Tharja and Beatrice, and that you have scheduled a meal with him and his family tomorrow.
>Attend lunch… but don't mention the meeting. Hold the information in until you can see Tharja and Beatrice alone.

ad72a No.48224

>>48222
Option one.

835ce No.48225

>>48222

Option one

a91b7 No.48226

Option 1, but then talk to Tharja and Beatrice alone?

The set of Erika choices made me queasy to begin with. This seems to be confirming my suspicions.

f8c8c No.48228

>>Option 1. kinda excited we get to see the outcome of the erika choice.

38f15 No.48240

Once again, intrigue. Hmm… Erika will keep her distance, but we might want to keep our ears out for strange happening in that part of the kingdom. Also, we have a little trick available to us about explaining crests.

Option 1, act casual.

18834 No.48249

Option 1

4c0a8 No.48252

>>48222

I vote for Option 1.

Thanks for the correction about Daniella Aristo, that was quite a while ago

e8add No.48258

>7 votes for option one, mention the meeting with Corrin's family tomorrow over lunch with Tharja and Beatrice.

Discuss the planned supper openly.


The only real difference is if Elizabeth and Margaret know.

You might as well bring it up now. It's better than trying to make arrangements tomorrow, and you'll need Margaret there to act as your taster.

Would it be better to ask Beatrice not to be there…? She is only at the castle as Tharja's midwife and your 'mistress'. Would it seem strange to have her sit with you all?

…It might, but no, you can't ask her to leave.

You need her close to you in case anything drastic happened to you.

You can't rule out the possibility someone would poison you with something that would act so slow you wouldn't see Margaret become sick before you ate it. She needs to be nearby to potentially save your life if that happens.

You find the sitting room and pull open the door.



You find Margaret and Beatrice waiting for you. You greet them amiably.

A few minutes later, Tharja appears and you share an affectionate greeting. She stops to hug you from behind and plant a kiss your cheek before taking her seat.

Elizabeth hasn't arrived yet, but you decide this is enough of an audience to bring up your plans.

You tell Tharja, and Beatrice, that you've met with a new noble who arrived today.

You go on to explain the basics of your meeting, and your planned supper to share with him, and his three sisters.

You mention his sisters and Tharja's eyes immediately light up. Her smile takes on a very sultry look.

…Ooh. She's probably already thinking of how she can help you impregnate them.

You give her a conspiratorial little grin before continuing.

You'll be re-locating to another sitting room with a bigger table, obviously.

Furthermore, Corrin expressed interest in discussing more… literate subjects. You're sure Tharja can entertain him in this regard.

"…"

You watch as Tharja's expression sublimates to a little disappointed frown. You realize then that if she's talking with Corrin, she can't spend any time persuading his sisters of your virility.

You give Tharja a tiny little shrug. There will be more opportunities for that.

At any rate, that's all. Just a pleasant little chance for introductions before the Faire starts.

When the Faire is fully underway, you'll have the chance to host meals with more guests. This is a suitable "warm-up" spar before a match, so to speak.

Beatrice gives a feminine little giggle.

"He sounds like an interesting character, Your Majesty… I'm sure he'll be grateful to be shown such high regard from the King."

Yes, well… that is the idea. You just can't announce it like that.

You eye Margaret and ask if she'll help communicate your wishes for the supper to the rest of the maids.

She bows when you speak to her.

"Of course, Your Majesty. Are there any special instructions you'd like to give as to the preparations?"

…Hm.

You hadn't thought about that.

But now that Margaret mentions it, you can think of some things.

You could bring out that special wine that was delivered to you a while back, the one you shared with Ricardo.

That would really impress him, you think. But there's so little, you might end up depleting it all if everyone took a goblet full of it.

You could also instruct the maids to prepare more food than usual.

The food portions in Ruhemania were like King Vlad's economic policy: rather lean. You're used to eating two meals a day now, and finishing your meals with a completely clean plate or bowl.

You could easily order the chefs to cook more food so that you seem more generous by comparison.

You could also ask the chefs to prepare some of the gifts you received from the merchants. There should be enough food items to show off. –Though you're not sure how well the meals will pair. Everyone may end up with a different entree if supplies run out.

In that case…

Choice time:
>Order Margaret to bring out the high-quality wine, even if you may wind up drinking it all between the seven of you.
>Order Margaret to ensure double the usual amount of food is prepared for each individual person.
>Order Margaret to direct the chefs to use the food items you received as gifts from the merchants.
>No particular special instructions. Just make sure a big enough table with seats for seven people is prepared.
>Something else. (Write-in.)

a91b7 No.48259

Option 1. That's what wine is for.

accb2 No.48277

>>48258
Since there's something of a pattern being established for 'stupid write ins' on behalf of this particular party, why not another?
>write in
>if viable, request musicians for added ambiance(?)
wasn't sure if this was a viable option, obviously, but hey, check the handle, couldn't let this pass by without voicing it. hurrrrr.

e8add No.48279

>>48277
I'll accept this write-in.

Please continue to vote.

ff742 No.48280

>>48277
Huh, that's not bad. I'll vote for that.

> but hey, check the handle, couldn't let this pass by without voicing it

aaand now I'm imagining medieval rappers rhyming about drugs, women and sword fights.

4c0a8 No.48299

>>48277

I can get behind this

38f15 No.48338

Option 1

e8add No.48352

>2 votes for option one, share the high-quality wine.
>3 votes for write-in, arrange for musicians to be present and play music for ambience.

Find musicians to play music as part of the supper.

Poll closed, update soon.

e8add No.48354

File: 1538827881124.jpg (286.1 KB, 800x650, Beatrice-wafting.jpg)

Perhaps it's better not to expend the castle's resources, but instead take advantage of the Faire.

A little light music to go with your meal may be something that would impress your guests.

You tell Margaret you would like her to go out among the entertainers who have arrived at the castle, find a musician, or several, and invite them to play at the King's tableside.

You don't doubt there will be some takers. The honor alone should be enough to entice them.

Before Margaret can reply, Tharja speaks up.

"I'm sorry, my husband… but if you want me to have a conversation with him, won't music be a little…" she pauses, face nervous. "…Detrimental?"

… Oh.

Not necessarily. You're not expecting some martial march.

You amend your order to Margaret: find something suitably light and airy that won't be too loud. Make it clear you expect a subtle performance.

The musicians will be there for ambience. A full concert and appraisal of their performance can wait.

Margaret bows, tells you she understands your order, and swears it will be done.

Good.

Of course, she can't leave in the middle of your meal. She has to act as your taster. So she'll have to begin looking after you're done.



The rest of your meal is uneventful. At the very least, you're grateful you gave the maids enough time to organize a meal you'll approve of sharing with your guests.

Though it will end up a bit crowded. Seven people at the table, two maids, and however many musicians Margaret finds.

It would be, at the very least, a good practice session for entertaining your guests.

As you all finish eating, you tell Tharja and Beatrice you'd like them to entertain you for a little while longer… that they should perhaps all three browse the library for books Corrin would appreciate.

They get the idea. Neither of them make an objection. But, judging by the way Beatrice and Tharja exchange glances, you think they're anticipating you've created an excuse because you have something sexual in mind for the two of them.

You hold the door leading out of the sitting room open for Beatrice and Tharja before leading them back to Tharja's wing.



You find the soldier posted as a guard over the entrance to the dark corridors that bridge the castle with the library and Tharja's room.

You let Beatrice and Tharja go on ahead while you give the soldier special instructions.

Only Tharja and Beatrice should be allowed to pass, until you say otherwise.

You ask if Corrin or anyone else has come asking about the library?

The guard shakes his head.

"Nay, Your Majesty, neither have I heard of anything from a previous patrol."

He swears your order will be followed, however. Good.

You can trust your guards to act as a roadblock… in which case, it would only be possible with witchcraft to sneak into the library.

… Your stomach does a little turn as you consider that possibility, then you leave the guard to his work as you step to catch up to your witches.

You take a torch with you to light your way.



You place the torch in its holder in the library.

Tharja and Beatrice look at you, expectantly. They must have guessed by your demeanor you aren't about to propose an orgy.

"Edward…?" Tharja asks, voice hesitant.

You cough, and whisper to Beatrice to please make the room inaudible to the outside. What you have to say is private.

Without a question, she reaches into her book, takes it out, and it shines with magic for an instant.

"Very well, King. The room is safe to converse in."

… In that case, there's no sense holding it in or dancing around the information you uncovered.

You tell Tharja and Beatrice what you learned.

Corrin and his family are unlanded, lesser nobles from the Chrisania region of Ruhemania… and the manor you gifted to Erika is located there.

That in itself doesn't mean they're working together or have even met…

…but it could present a problem.

Tharja lets out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, is that all?" she smiles, innocently.

Beatrice, on the other hand, folds a hand in front of her face and taps her cheek. Her face tense in thought. She looks very much like she's considering how to respond to a partner's unexpected chess move.

You gently tell Tharja… it sort of is.

Erika is unpredictable at best, malevolent at worst. She didn't see much of it that day, but when you first met in the throne room she very clearly wanted a fight, and became more unstable as you denied it to her. She said… unpleasant things, taunted Beatrice, and insulted your pride, as a man and King.

Tharja blinks, and gives a sad little expression.

"I'm sorry, my love… I didn't know," she says, voice soft. Her hand goes to find yours, stroking your palm with her thumb.

…It's all right. When Tharja appeared Erika's personality did a complete about-face turn. It was definitely by design.

But…

You turn to Beatrice.

Is it possible Erika could be here, right now?

Beatrice's book burns with a collection of bright golden butterflies and she shimmers from her nobility outfit back into her witch-persona.

"It would be an egregious violation of the Pax Bernkastel, if so."

Even if you had sent out invites to the entire Kingdom for the Faire?

Beatrice flicks her pipe.

"Did you send an invitation, specifically, to Erika?" she asks, tone incredulous.

Well, no. Certainly you wouldn't have requested such a thing, and Ricardo wouldn't have had any record to arrange that after you gave it to her. If she somehow received any notice about the Faire, it would have to be through a second-hand source.

Beatrice gives a subtle nod.

"Then she has no claim to being invited. Her appearance would be, and will, if she dares show up, be a violation that I would need to enact immediately.

–Hm. Somehow you get the feeling that if that were to happen… the outcome would be even worse than if Erika was simply stalking around.

That would mean, Beatrice would summon every witch who exists to destroy her? In the middle of the festivities? It'd be like bringing down a magical cannonball on the castle.

Beatrice huffs out a breath.

"I can't say it wouldn't be like that, but the Pax Bernkastel is absolute, King. We witches can't allow another conflict like we experienced with Miracles and Certainty, ever again."

It's not a comforting thought, but you suppose you're not going to talk Beatrice out of it.

"That said… Erika is not suicidal. I would put her arrival at the Faire at a very, very low end of possibilities."

But she can't say it's a 'zero' chance?

For example, maybe if she altered her appearance?

"…"

Beatrice sighs.

"The only way to confirm the chance is zero would be to attempt to summon her… in which case, she would be here on invitation. Therefore, the chance of her arriving at the Faire would become zero because she would already be here."

…You're not sure how much of a good idea that would be. You suppose it would preclude a Pax violation, and yet… it would still mean you have Erika in your face.

"King, I'll make it your decision. This is your castle, after all. If you would like, I will stalk the halls and patrol for any sign of Erika all throughout the Faire. If I see her, I will invoke the Pax Bernkastel and destroy her utterly, though I will try to do it in a somewhat discreet manner."

You let out a little sigh of apprehension, unable to suppress it. Can she really guarantee that? That it would be discreet?

"…No."

She takes a puff on her pipe, now lit, and says nothing else, as smoke wafts upward before vanishing completely.

"Husband, is that really wise?" asks Tharja.

…What does she think?

Tharja lets go of your hand and huddles her book in her arms.

"I don't know… I suppose I think Erika won't be here at all? Even if she somehow was… I don't want to think about what would happen to the castle."



You take a sharp hiss of breath through your teeth. This was an annoyance. The mere threat of Erika was its own problem. Witches were truly powerful creatures… maybe it was better to have Erika be a 'known' threat instead of 'unknown'.

If you were to somehow summon Erika… what would it take?

A desolated field? –Full of something like stakes, each of which killed a man?

Tharja lets out a little squeak as Beatrice cants her head in thought.

"Erika does love destruction… but only if she causes it. It would likely be more successful if Innocence and I were to have a duel."

…What?

"What?" Tharja echoes.

Beatrice gives a short little cackle.

"Ahaha. If you and I were to start a proper witches' duel, it might be interesting enough for Erika to respond to my summons."

She turns her head from you to look at Tharja.

"However, dear Innocence… you would have to honestly be aiming to cause me harm. Anything less wouldn't do."

"…"

Tharja blanches. It looks like she's uneasy about that idea.

Would that really be enough, you ask?

"Oh~, with how Tharja and I get along, normally? Absolutely," she smacks her lips. "It's extreme, but I'll do it if you really think it's for the best, King."

Looks like you're on the spot, yet again.

You can't help but admit there's a certain logic, there. If Erika's under your roof, you can be sure she isn't doing something somewhere else.

But was now really the time?

Juggling Erika on top of all the other considerations would be a challenge, at least.

On another matter, if Beatrice spends her time patrolling for an Erika that doesn't exist, that's definitely going to take time away that she could be doing other spying.

This… entire line of thought might be an overreaction.

You think it over, spare a glance at Tharja's worried face, and tell Beatrice…

Choice time:
>You want her to patrol for any signs of Erika's infiltration. It's a low risk, but you have to make sure. You'll take your chances on if she actually finds something and invokes the Pax Bernkastel.
>'Better the devil you know,' so to speak. Attempt to summon Erika to the Faire and have her as an invited guest.
>This is all unnecessary. You trust Erika's not suicidal enough to infiltrate the castle. You're concerned more about discussing the long-term effects of her residing in Chrisania, not her actions during the Faire.

ff742 No.48355

>>48354
Option three.

Erika might be devious enough to have messed with Corrin or his entourage or his luggage or whatever. But did not come across as suicidal, on the contrary. She enacted an elaborate scheme to fool Vlad in order for her to hide. Risking a head-on confrontation with Beatrice and Tharja knowing they will try to kill her in earnest, that does not seem likely.

4c0a8 No.48358

>>48354
Option 3

38f15 No.48362

Option 3. She's definitely not suicidal, and might be more interested in her pregnancy than messing with us. If chances are low, let's not worry about it. But the long term effects are worth discussing.

a91b7 No.48365

Option 3.

947d0 No.48366

Option 3, but can we make sure to get from Beatrice a promise that if she sees anything suspicious in her normal spying, report to us immediately.

0d8ea No.48371

option 3

e8add No.48418

>Six votes for option three, you have other concerns, no special plan was needed to deal with Erika immediately.

Talk about the long-term consequences of Erika living in Chrisania.




Those are both bad ideas, you tell Beatrice. The equivalent of trying to swat a gnat with a sword.

And this entire train of thought is a gross overreaction.

Unless Erika has somehow already cursed Corrin, or his family, you're anticipating Erika possibly appearing at the Faire or fearing what her actions are at this very moment.

You're concerned for the long-term ramifications of Erika living in a part of the country that is closer to potential political rivals than you.

Your grip on your Kingdom is… tenuous.

You're well-respected in your own castle, but you don't know what is happening outside of it in the rest of the country. It's more likely the ordinary peasants, to say nothing of the aristocrats, are, or would be, suspicious of you, a foreign-born King.

Ruhemania is a country with a festering wound in it, and your coronation has torn off the bandage.

Furthermore, Castle Valachia relies on imports to function normally. If your taxes and trade with the rest of the Kingdom was cut off, there at least would need to be adjustments in everyone's lifestyles.

–Well, not in yours, because Beatrice would create anything you wanted for you with her magic, but she couldn't do that so openly.

The point is, the biggest threat to you is the rest of the aristocrats in Ruhemania deciding they wanted to go back to being independent.

…Someone could also challenge you to become King, but you're formally recognized as King now, and the closest usurper with a valid claim is Ricardo, who is in no position to lead an army against you.

Beatrice holds her pipe in her hand with the tip touching the outside of her lips, taking in your words.

Tharja tilts her head confused.

"Is it really that bad, Edward? Everyone… everyone should love you."

She smiles and gives a gentle little blush at that.

…Heh.

It's true, you had made decisions to endear yourself to the outside. The peasants probably appreciated the chance to pay respect to King Vlad before he was put in the ground, and your Faire was giving you a chance to appeal to your noble subjects, but…

Corrin and Dimitrie especially were dangerous.

You explain to Beatrice and Tharja what you learned from reading up on Ricardo's notes about Ruhemania and the genealogy of King Vlad's family.

Ruhemania was comprised of eleven major territories. Three of which were dukedoms, the Duchy of Transylvia, the Duchy of Torbuja, and the Duchy of Chrisania.

King Vlad originally was the Duke of Transylvia, but he was related to the family that controlled the Duchy of Torbuja. Enough so he could make some claim to that title.

After he inherited his Dukedom, he pressed his claim on the Duchy of Torbuja, declaring war under the premise that it rightfully belonged to him. This was the start of King Vlad's unification war, but it wasn't yet a war to unite the country. It was simply one Duke fighting another Duke.

Duke Vlad won the war, and became Duke of Torbuja, in addition to being Duke of Transylvia. He was now Duke of two of the three duchies in Ruhemania, and had claim to reigning over six out of the eleven major titles in Ruhemania, either directly or indirectly.

That's more than half, and it's all he needed.

He declared himself King of Ruhemania, and then the remaining Duke of Chrisania and the other independent nobles in the country were obligated to swear fealty to him, adopt his law, and his taxes. Or else there'd be righteous, justified war.

…there was war. It took King Vlad decades, but he fought for every last holding in Ruhemania, executed all other possible claimants, and took all of those titles for himself, which had now all passed to you.

You'd thought the reason they resisted was simply because they wished to be independent, but… you all know now, it's because the independent aristocrats in Ruhemania had witches providing them with their needs. The real goal was to allow his witch-hunters access to exterminate them.

And now, Erika was in Chrisania.

There were several possibilities. One, Erika would remain in her manor and never bother anyone, ever. Two, Erika would cause some trouble to the point Corrin's family would investigate and they'd be harmed by her. Three…

If Erika somehow became introduced to Corrin's family, and was inclined to offer them her magical power in exchange for being left alone, and the occasional tribute…



You watch for Tharja and Beatrice's reactions.

Tharja looks unsure.

"Do you think that would happen…?"

It's… a possibility. You should perhaps count yourself fortunate you asked Ricardo for his records at all. You wouldn't have realized this at all without it. It's better to anticipate than have it as some surprise later.

You turn to Beatrice…

e8add No.48419

File: 1539004448211.jpg (Spoiler Image, 302.61 KB, 566x800, Beatrice-expression.jpg)

…Why is she smiling?

"That's an interesting, possible scenario you've drawn up in your head, King… I must say, I'm impressed. Ahahaha."

You're… grateful for Beatrice's approval, but… what should you do about it?

You can't just allow a situation that could potentially threaten your rule.

Beatrice fixes you with a heavy-lidded stare.

"Can't you?"

… Uh.

Her question leaves you nonplussed.

Beatrice gives a little shrug.

"Let me put it this way, King… it's very hard to tell a witch what she's 'allowed' to do."

She turns to Tharja.

"Innocence, wouldn't we be better served identifying something this 'Corrin' fellow would appreciate?" She glides a few feet toward the shelves of books, gesturing.

Tharja glances between you both.

…It's all right, you tell her. You think Beatrice has the right idea.

You'll come back before the sun sets, you go on to say.

Until then, study hard.

You say your goodbyes to Tharja and Beatrice and depart.

You give one last request to Beatrice to alert you to anything she sees that might be suspicious, Tharja too.



Later that night…

You're lying back on your bed in your room trying to find the motivation to sleep.

You can't help but reflect on Beatrice's words…

Moreover, her attitude, and what she's told you she will and won't do.

Beatrice will intervene to save your life with her magic, she'll conduct assassinations on your behalf, she'll use her magic to fulfill your every material need if you wish it… all the gold you could want, if you could mask its magical source…

But she wouldn't do something obviously suicidal, or beneath her dignity, or… kill Erika.

Extrapolated from that, it also meant she likely wouldn't allow an action from you that would kill Erika. No, if anything, Beatrice seemed happy about the revelation. Doesn't it only bring the situation closer to how life was for witches in Ruhemania, before King Vlad came along?

Meaning…

You turn your body, feeling the pressure of sleep press against the sides of your head.

Erika would always be a consideration. There's no solution that would deal with her permanently.

You remember the time you made a veiled threat against her in the throne room and give a little shiver.

It wasn't just Erika who glared at you, it was Beatrice herself.

No doubt she was just as appalled. And witches are creatures that do anything to fight boredom, with bloody duels to the 'pain' being typical light fare. Your mind then runs to Beatrice's puzzle, and the detail that Erika would become unhappy and start a fight if left by herself, alone.

…Erika likely would make some move eventually. You can only hope it's later instead of sooner.

At any rate… she is a future mother of your children. That would likely give you ten months or so to prepare. It was a good decision to provide her a dwelling as well. It left her relatively happy with you, and it's better you know what part of the country she's in, rather than having left her to wander off at random.

In the short-term, it may be best to think of how best to woo Corrin to your side. Or at least learn all you could about him.

Your last thoughts being of the supper tomorrow, you finally fall asleep.

e8add No.48420

You stretch and roll-over on your bed, the room is feeling uncomfortably hot as you wake up.

You're in a hurry to get dressed to get down the stairs as fast as you can. No doubt being closer to the ground will help you escape the heat.



You reach the bottom of the stairs and meet the guard who patrols outside your tower.

"Your Majesty, I've been asked to relay this to you."

He takes out a piece of parchment and passes it to you. You roll it open and read it.

It's from the senior guard.

He's become aware through the servant channels that you're preparing to share a special meal with one of the visiting aristocrats.

He wants to know, therefore, if you would like additional security.

Guards stationed in the room with you at the supper, to prevent or deter any unwanted activity or intrusions.

…Hm.

You haven't really needed that before… but was it a terrible idea?

You trust your guards and their patrol, but it might be good to have a deterrent. Or perhaps to press home to Corrin that you're someone so important that you're worth protecting. The appearance of guards might help command respect.

…Then again, would it be taken as a sign of distrust? Or maybe that you couldn't defend yourself, or that you had reasons to fear assassins, or… that you're just paranoid.

There's a final note that you are free to request a dedicated squad of bodyguards walk with you wherever and whenever you go out during the Faire. You'll consider it.

The guard offers you a bit of charcoal so you can scribble your response, which he swears he will deliver when he is next relieved.

Of course, you understand the significance of writing the response. The guard very likely can't read, at well or at all. Even if he could, it'd be better not to discuss this openly.

You nod, take it in your hand, weigh the pros and cons, and choose…

Choice time:
>Yes, request the senior guard provide soldiers to be present during your supper with Corrin and his family.
>No, this is not necessary.
>Write in something else. (Write-in.)

a91b7 No.48422

Option 2.

4c0a8 No.48423

>>48420

I don't think that a squad of body guards is necessary, at least for the dinner with Corrin. If everything goes to shit, we have a pair of witches with us. Considering a bodyguard for the normal faire is something worth considering since there will be so many unknown people.

I vote for option 2.

326c3 No.48426

>>48420
Option two.

Not only is there a pair of witches with us at the dinner and at least one witch nearby during the fair, Edward is a capable swordsman himself. I think we should give our boy the benefit of a doubt here and say he can hold against one or two attackers long enough until the guards (who will be patrolling the faire!) can help him. More attackers will have a harder time concealing their approach to surprise him and an attack with bow & arrow or a crossbow cannot be prevented even with bodyguards. I think the risk is acceptably low and we already have appropriate security measures in place.


P.S.: I like really that you gave us an history lesson here to understand the importance of Torbuja and Chrisania, aristo. That makes it much clearer why Dimitrie and Corrin are important to the story.

P.P.S.: You said in the other thread that "maybe it isn't fair" that we have to wait so long for the next sex scene in this story. May I remind you that there is always the option of a dream sequence *wink wink nudge nudge* ;-)

38f15 No.48446

Option 2. If we have cause, then later we'll consider more, but not for this smaller affair.

I would consider a single or pair of bodyguards during the fair for the sake of appearances, but not a whole squad. But that's for later.

e8add No.48462

>>48426
The problem with dream sequences is now I can't justify it in terms of the narrative. When I wrote sexual dream sequences in the early game, they came at times in the story when Edward was in a situation where he was surrounded only by men with no women whatsoever. He was used to having sex whenever he wanted with multiple women and had no other outlet. It made logical sense his subconscious would step in to fill the void by giving him erotic dreams.

Currently, Edward is having sex regularly. He is having sex with Tharja and Beatrice once a day each. He can also have sex with Malon, Elizabeth, and perhaps Sully if he really wants to. I just am not writing out each scene because I like to have a unique gimmick each time I write one in detail to differentiate it from the others.

Don't worry though. New characters who can be impregnated will appear in the story very soon. In fact, they've already arrived, but Edward hasn't quite met them yet.

That said… this is probably enough to get an idea of the will of the voters.

>4 votes for option two, it's not necessary, no request.


Refuse to post guards while you dine with Corrin.

Poll closed. Update soon.

e8add No.49170

You're pretty sure there's no pressing need for soldiers to be present at the meeting with Corrin. They'd just be a distraction. You'd rather they be patrolling the castle as usual.

You take the charcoal and write a quick reply of "no."

You need a solid surface to write on, so your guard offers his back.

You hand both the note and the charcoal back to him and thank him for passing on the message.

You give a little salute and proceed on your way. It's the morning and… you have a date with Beatrice.



An outsider might say your sex with Beatrice is boring. You simply bend her over and start fucking her.

In reality… there's a bit of a dance involved. Unspoken greetings, severe, yet playful glances. Sweeping gestures… before Beatrice is turned around, bent over the nearest desk, her skirt lifted, your pants loosened and undone, and you're enjoying being surrounded by tight, wet, heat. You're not sure if you should thank magic for Beatrice's accommodating pussy, or your own masculinity for turning her on. Perhaps both.

It leaves you in a frightfully good mood to cum inside her to start your day.



Breakfast is rather slow in comparison. At least it gives you time to think.

There were probably other decisions to be made about the planned meal you'll be sharing with Corrin and his family. Seating arrangements, and things like that.

The question was, did you want to bother?

It might distract from your day and keep you from your daily spar. You didn't like missing them. It kept you active and in-tune with the needs of your soldiers.

On the other hand, there was no substitute for a first impression. It'll be too late to make any changes if you wait any longer.

You think it over and decide.

Choice time:
>Leave the rest of the planning to the maids and go about your day, as usual.
>You want to micromanage the details a little more. Ask for a comprehensive plan of the preparations after you're done eating.

835ce No.49178

>>49170

Option one. We might have more opportunities to do other things if we keep ourselves available.

4c0a8 No.49181

>>49170

Option 1

a91b7 No.49187

Option 1.

38f15 No.49197

Option 1

e8add No.49204

>4 votes for option one, no further adjustments, just go about your day as usual.

Continue on with your normal routine.


You doubt there's much to be gained from further meddling with the preparations with Corrin.

It wasn't as if you were dining with the Pope. He's your subject. Corrin should be worried about impressing you.

You'll call the situation under control and move on.

Tharja and Beatrice know what they need to do. The maids, you're sure, know what they need to do.

You finish your meal and bid them all a good day until you next meet.

Which will be…

For your date with Corrin and his three sisters.



In the mean time, you proceed to the armory and training field to get some practice in.

You see an interesting sight.

There's a man who's clearly not one of your soldiers milling about, inspecting the weaponry laid out and taking the scene in.

You recognize there are only several possibilities for who it could be.

Either an arms merchant had come with possible wares, or…



As you get closer, you do recognize the figure enough to place them. The long hair and the sword at his side gives it away.

It's Dimitrie. Apparently taking advantage of your invitation to inspect the armory.

–You can't exactly ignore him.

You walk over to him and are about to voice a greeting when one of the soldiers does it for you, greeting you with a loud "Your Majesty!" and a salute.

It almost surprises you, as usually they're a bit more informal, but you surmise it's likely because of your guest.

Dimitrie stops poking around at the weapons and turns toward you, giving a little gasp. You're not sure if it's from seeing you out of your regalia, or that you're there at all.

He hesitates, clearly remembering you expected a bow when you were introduced and had the courage to call him on it.

…You greet him, adding quickly that for the sake of brevity, you won't insist he kneel. Also for the sake of perhaps, not getting his clothes dirty.

He gives a sigh of relief, his face visibly relaxing until he realizes you still expect him to bow.

"Ah…"

He tenses, curling forward to give a stiff little bow, before stopping mid-bend, and realizing it probably wasn't deep enough, and committing further to bowing… until he has clearly overshot and his head is almost level with his belt.

You'd almost think this routine a comedy, and you're not entirely sure you don't hear a nearby soldier or two snort a chuckle underneath the din of men practicing.

Maybe you should put an end to this farce.

Choice time:
>Maintain the formal atmosphere. Bid him rise, thank Dimitrie for the show of respect.
>Clear the air. Straighten Dimitrie up, clap him on the back, and tell him there's a 'friendly' atmosphere at the armory.
>Change the subject. Clear your throat and ask Dimitrie something else. Perhaps if he signed up for the jousting tournament will serve as a good distraction.

a91b7 No.49206

Option 2.

4c0a8 No.49208

Option 2 sounds fine here

835ce No.49260

>>49204

Option 2.

56d0d No.49265

>>49204
Option two.

38f15 No.49290

While I've been doubtful that we can continue being friendly without losing respect, I wonder if we can. I'll say option 2.

56d0d No.49302

>>49290
You're not alone. But the choice says "friendly atmosphere in the armory", hopefully implying that Edward will demand the appropriate respect and decorum everywhere else.

e8add No.49303

>5 votes for option two, encourage Dimitrie to be less stiff.

Encourage a friendly meeting.


You can't forget that Dimitrie did his damnedest to try to take advantage of you.

But…

The practice grounds with your soldiers has always felt to you like a special place. A place where men were equally free to test their ability to hit each other with wooden swords. One in which everyone was guaranteed a fair match. You'd never accepted anything less.

You decide you'll extend that figurative olive branch to Dimitrie.

You reach out a steady arm and clap Dimitrie on the back.

He jolts up unexpectedly, staring at you in shock.

Relax!

You give him what you imagine as a hearty smile.

The throne room and pleasantries are all well and good, you say, but now you are men among men.

…Well, and Sully, who lives as a man, but you don't need to share that.

This is a place of camaraderie! Not manners.

You'll forgive a little informality, as long as he shows no disrespect.

Dimitrie blinks unsteadily at your words, as if unsure if this is some new trap you've laid for him.

"…Really?"

His voice betrays his confusion, which borders on being dumbfounded.

You nod your head, seriously.

Indeed.

You wouldn't say it if it weren't the case. You're King, and you're expected to conduct yourself as one… or no one would take you seriously.

"…"

Dimitrie's eyes lower, guiltily. You think he grasped the nuance there.

At any rate, you'll thank him not to spread word that you regard men on the training ground as any 'better' than those off of it, but you won't have the friendly atmosphere you've cultivated destroyed.

Isn't that right, you ask, turning your head toward the guard witnessing your little 'pep talk' with Dimitrie.

He doesn't need any more prompting.

"Yes, King Edward is known for his visits here," he offers.

Dimitrie shifts his gaze to him, then… seems to relax.

"If… if you're sure," he says.

You nod.

You decide to keep the initiative.

You're glad to see Dimitrie take advantage of the offer you made to him.

"Ah!"

His eyes light up, as if he remembered why he was there in the first place.

"Yes, Y– King Edward. I thought it would do some good to reconsider. …Fighting for keeps is certainly how I would expect to handle my spars in my home, but I have begun to think perhaps in Castle Valachia it is best to do as the Valachians do."

Hm. It's reasonable, you suppose.

Dimitrie is your subject in either of those places but you need not impress that on him after your talk of informality and friendship.

You also don't think you've ever heard the term 'Valachian,' but whatever.

"Would you suggest a partner for me, Y– King Edward?" he asks.

… Hrm.

That question gives you some pause.

But you cover it up by saying… Of course, you don't mind.

Inwardly, your thoughts are racing.

You'd guessed to yourself, after hearing Dimitrie's comment in your throne room, that he likely possesses no real skill with that blade.

A disciplined swordsman wouldn't make frivolous comments about their sword needing the taste of blood, or whatever.

But–

If you're too obvious with implying your thoughts, he might take offense.

On the other hand, if you suggest him a partner who then bests him immediately, he may be humiliated.

You confirm with Dimitrie he does not mind using a wooden practice sword, of course?

His lips turn slightly in distaste, but he holds back from giving a disdainful sniff.

"I will adapt… King Edward," he responds.

That gave you a second longer to think about it, anyway.

You nod, and tell him you know just the person who would serve best as his sparring partner.

It would be…

Choice time:
>It has to be someone. Suggest the soldier who's been standing there talking with you both, and hope for the best.
>Perhaps an attempt at flattery is the best policy. Suggest the biggest, strongest soldier in the field.
>A wooden practice dummy. –Alleviate any implied insult by claiming you use them as well.
>Spar Dimitrie yourself. At the very least you can control how the fight goes that way.
>Pause, and see if you can spy any soldier who's slightly shorter than Dimitrie. He may pick up on why you're doing it, but it may give him a 'fighting chance'.

835ce No.49304

>>49303

Option 4

f8c8c No.49306

option 1

20e25 No.49315

>>49303
Option four.

The whole point of the "men amongst men" talk was that we don't coddle anyone while training. He gets a real fight with an opponent at his level and he will have to prove his skills just like everyone else here, including Edward himself.

4c0a8 No.49330

>>49303

option 4

38f15 No.49331

>>49303
I'll put it for option four as well. I just hope it doesn't insult him.

56d0d No.49339

>>49315
Wait, wait. I miscounted the items. I meant option five!

a91b7 No.49340

Option 5.

bd554 No.49346

Option 4

38f15 No.49360

>>49331
>>49339
Whoops! I also miscounted! I also mean option 5!

e8add No.49376

>1 vote for option one, suggest the nearest soldier and hope for the best.
>3 vote for option four, spar Dimitrie yourself.
>3 votes for option five, try to find a soldier who is shorter than Dimitrie to spar.

We have a tie.

I will come back to the vote later. If there is still a tie, I will flip a coin to decide the result.

If you have not voted yet, please vote immediately.

If you have already voted, please do not feel any pressure to change your vote. Changing your vote will not make the vote close sooner or the next update come faster.

e8add No.49377

>>49315
>>49339
To be sure, these are both you, Wizard? They have different IDs.

56d0d No.49379

>>49377
Yes, they are both me. The ID change came by clearing cookies from my browser.

294c8 No.49380

>>49376
I'm going to say Option 4. It reinforces the idea that the barracks are a place of camaraderie if Edward spars with Dimitrie himself, plus it allows for a more controlled situation (even if Edward picks a "runt", there's a chance he might still outclass Dimitrie's skills and completely embarrass him)

e8add No.49387

Tie broken.

>4 votes for option four, spar Dimitrie yourself.


Become Dimitrie's sparring partner yourself.

Poll closed. Update soon.

e8add No.49696



Dimitrie is an aristocrat. Moreover, he's a guest on your grounds.

It may be difficult finding a sparring partner who will duel him seriously and instead let him strike with impunity. That might satisfy his ego, but it won't satisfy your need to look after your men.

Therefore…

You tell Dimitrie he needs someone he can engage with on similar terms.

Your soldiers are men who are trained to carry arms, and nothing else. Sparring and practicing is routine to them.

Dimitrie is an aristocrat however, and he needs someone in a similar position who will bring their personal… passion… for the sword into the fight.

Dimitrie listens to your explanation, the dull look on his face tells you he hasn't sussed out where you're going with that line of thought, though. So, you announce it.

You will become his sparring partner.

There's a slight gasp from Dimitrie at your words.

The soldier standing with you both has a different reaction. It's a slight sigh of what you think is relief.

You camouflage your notice of his reaction by asking him to bring you both the 'finest' wooden practice swords.

You unhook your royal sword from your belt and set it aside, prompting Dimitrie to do the same with his own sword.

It'll just be a hindrance in the actual fight to have it swinging around, after all.



You square up with Dimitrie.

The soldier didn't just return with swords, but he seemed to have attracted the attention of the rest of your loyal guards.

They're not openly gawking, but you've been around enough to know they're being a bit more leisurely than usual. Making this a spar between yourself and an aristocrat seems to have created a spectacle.

It's too late to back out now.

You recite to Dimitrie again… the spar will continue until someone yields. And most of the time that only means one, perhaps two, solid hits.

These matches are practice and should result in sore muscles at worst. That's how it's done in Valachia.

"…Aye, Y–… King Edward."

You think he's worked through the initial shock of sparring you personally.

You're reminded of the time Tharja came to watch you spar. How you gave her instructions that she mustn't cheer or react if you were hurt.

You almost feel like shouting that at the soldiers watching you, but you refrain.

You bow to Dimitrie, as an opponent, which he at least has the wits to return.

You raise your sword and settle into your stance as Dimitrie does the same.

Your eyes take in Dimitrie's form.

Hm. Despite his slight handicap in height, his grip seems sure and his legs loose.

He confirms your assessment as his legs coil and press toward you in his initial thrust.

You're prepared enough to parry it, striking his sword to the side and side-stepping. You make what you think is a firm counter, but Dimitrie dances out of the way of your sword, preventing you from scoring a hit.

Recovering from your lunge you step lightly and bring yourself back on even footing, it's enough to bring up another parry to prevent Dimitrie from striking a blow to your side. However, it doesn't leave you in a good position to counter, and you can't take advantage of the block.

You settle for raising your sword enough to knock his away and play toward the empty side of his body to buy some breathing room.

…This is interesting.

It would seem perhaps you judged Dimitrie a little… prematurely.

He clearly does know what he's doing, though you're not sure if he's your match.

At any rate, you taper your surprise and concentrate on your fight.

This isn't like your fight with Daniella, bantering will serve no purpose.

You decide to be proactive and make a feign to slash high before aiming to strike his thigh.

However he steps back at the last moment, and suddenly it's you on the defensive as his counter nearly strikes your ribs.

…Damn, you may build up a sweat like this.

You thought your main concern would be whether if you played to let him win or only allow yourself to win after drawing it out…

But this is a real match!

You step back before pressing onward, only to discover and you both made identical strikes. As a result, your wooden swords hit each other. The loud thudding sound of wood on wood resounds throughout the field as you hold yourself in a brace together for a long moment before mutually disengaging.

It gives you the slightest minute to breathe and consider your next move.

This is too good a match to throw or use to play to any strategic political considerations of Dimitrie's 'feelings' as your vassal anymore. Your passion is ignited and you want to win.

The question was: what tactic to pursue that would be best?

His form is good enough that he's not making any unreasonable mistakes. A victory isn't assured.

Choice time:
>Put Dimitrie on the defensive and overwhelm him with all your strength. Focus on hitting him with slashing attacks where even if he parries, you'll be able to knock him off-balance and break through.
>Dimitrie's light-footed but you still have the reach advantage, focus on thrusting attacks the moment he steps within range. It'll be a mere contest of reflexes, then.
>Dimitrie's been taking the initiative, but you've held him off well so far. Focus on a strong defense, conserve your strength, and let him tire himself out. You should be able to swing the fight in your favor then.
>Something else. (Write-in)

a91b7 No.49701

Option 2.

38f15 No.49702

>>49696
So it becomes a question of Strength, Dex, or Constitution. …I think I've been listening to too many D&D games.

Anyway, let's go with option 2.

4c0a8 No.49705

>>49696

Option 2

It seems like the best way to win, though a little riskier than option 3 of just getting quickly beaten.

835ce No.49731

>>49696

Option 2.

3738e No.49732

>>49696
Option two seems good.

e8add No.49733

>5 votes for option two, rely on your reflexes to carry the day.

Attack Dimitrie with decisive thrusts the moment he's in range.

Poll closed, update soon.

e8add No.49767

You recall Dimitrie is a shade shorter than you.

That should translate into just enough of a reach advantage to press into a solid strike.

You hold your sword up and prepare to counter any move he makes.

The moment he steps close enough you'll drive the tip into his body.

He leads with his left foot, you lead with your left.

You attempt to lead low and strike his foreleg, but he's light-footed enough to avoid getting caught.

He sidesteps around your thrust like a dog circling its prey.

You think you've got him, he side-steps toward your sword-arm, closing the distance and making it easier for you to swing.

You turn your wrist and attempt to turn it into a solid strike to his side.

There's a soft thwacking sound of wood striking flesh.



You cough and tell Dimitrie you yield. Your voice is perhaps a little more weak than you'd like.

"…"

Dimitrie slowly backs away.

You're given the moment to judge the final position, you sword turned diagonally to hit the closest side of his body… foiled by one last pivot of Dimitrie's rear foot, allowing him the chance to side-step just enough to avoid your strike. Another inch or so center-ward and you would have had him, but… his reflexes were a bit better. At the same time, your preoccupation with attacking allowed Dimitrie's counter to strike true.

At least he caught you in a spot that missed bone. Already the pain is fading.

You have no complaints. You were beaten fairly in a competitive match.

You hold your sword at your side and bow again in acknowledgement of a fine spar, which is returned by your opponent.



The match is over. The soldiers around you go back to their own routines. You return your wooden sword to the soldier who brought it to you.

You attempt to engage Dimitrie in a bit of friendly conversation afterward.

You ask him how long he's been practicing, and who taught him?

He turns out to be as lengthy in his responses as his description of Tobuja, that is, not at all.

He learned his art from 'somewhere', he practices 'now and then'.

You're not sure if he's attempting to hide the origins of his skills or if he's just that dull.

You try to coax more words from him, but he doesn't bite. Perhaps he's preoccupied with the idea that he landed a strike against you? The hit did nothing more than take you off-guard and knock some wind out of you, though perhaps if it had been an iron blade, you would have been seriously injured… the thought perhaps makes him so sick with fear it precludes any further conversation. –Or is secretly making him giddy with glee. Either way, his voice doesn't betray his emotion.

You tell Dimitrie you'll gladly ask him for a re-match later.

"…Yes, Y– King Edward."

You make that your parting line, deciding not to waste the rest of the mid-morning with further verbal coaxing.

There's still a layer of ice in your relationship with Dimitrie that would need to break…

But, at least you did learn something interesting about him.

He really does know how to use his sword, and he has enough practice to match your ability.

You think you'll be better prepared if he does come back again. Now that you have a bit better idea of what to expect, his physical movements might offer more insight into who he is than conversation.

You'll have to assume something is keeping him tight-lipped, or he simply has the personality of a bowl of watered down gruel.

… Perhaps both.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

e8add No.49901

It may be in your best interests to get cleaned up. You depart from the armory training field a little earlier than you normally would.

You find a maid and order her to draw you a bath. You want to be clean and fresh for your guests.

You take a dip in a tub of warm water and order your razor be brought to you so you can shave.

Deciding it's been too long since you had your hair cut, you have a maid who can act as a barber trim your hair as well.

She trims it according to your wishes and presents a small mirror for your approval.

…You look good. You can't help but feel confidence at seeing your own image.

You nod and hand it back before you become too consumed with vanity.

You decide to have some new clothes brought out for you as well.

As much as you're fond of your cape, you needn't bring in dust from the training field.

>No choice yet, further update coming soon.

e8add No.50125

You're feeling exceptionally regal after having your maids see to your grooming.

Perhaps you should look into keeping a court barber before too long.

The maid who did your hair has a steady enough hand, but you aren't sure for how much longer.

You're so preoccupied with your thoughts you find yourself continuing along the path to your usual sitting room.

Fortunately a maid stops you and offers to guide you to the room they've prepared for you and your guests.

–Ah. That's right.

You're sharing a table with four more persons than usual. A new room was therefore prepared.

You accept and let her lead the way.



You reach the unfamiliar sitting room and the maid moves to open the door.

However, you stop her short of actually touching it.

You appreciate the gesture, but you are a man in the prime of your life. You don't need a servant to hold the door.

You take up the handle and push it open yourself.



You step in and see your guests, as well as Tharja and Beatrice standing before the table.

Margaret and two other maids are there. You don't see Elizabeth. There's a smaller table where they have your meals, ready to serve under a set of cloches.

You spy a trio of strangers in the corner perched on stools. They carry stringed instruments. They're clearly commoners, but they look pleasant and festive enough. You surmise they must be the musicians Margaret commissioned.

But you can't be concerned with that now.

You hear the maid behind you call out "Presenting, His Royal Majesty, King Edward of Ruhemania."

You're halfway to your chair, but you don't let that stop you. You assume it's yours at least, as it's the only one with nobody in front of it.

You take up your own greeting. You thank your guests for accepting your invitation.

Corrin speaks up.

"Your Majesty, it is a great honor to share your table… may I introduce to you my sisters?" he offers.

…Well.

You put on your most charming smile and bid him continue.

You finally have a chance to see for yourself what Corrin's sisters look like.

e8add No.50127

File: 1543847078260.png (858.08 KB, 914x1538, Camilla.png)

Of the three, one woman immediately catches your eye. Your gaze couldn't help but take in her large, supple breasts and ample curves of her hips, even before you made your way to the table.

"My eldest sister, Camilla," offers Corrin.

She smiles at you. It's an expression that you would call elegance personified.

How do you do, you say?

"Your Majesty."

She gives you a fine curtsy.

Your eyes can't help following her breasts as she does so, but you're discreet about it, at least.

She truly is beautiful. Furthermore she has breeder hips if ever you've seen them.

Her figure is perhaps only outdone by Malon in terms of breeding potential. It would be very nice to get to know her in private… Camilla.

Of course, neither of them can compare to your lovely wife, but in terms of women you've met with bodies who were simply begging to carry babies…

Before you can get distracted further with that thought, Corrin gestures to his next sister.

e8add No.50129

File: 1543847167357.png (321.55 KB, 850x1020, cordelia.png)

Your eyes shift to the slender young beauty next in line. Her limbs are a bit more slender, and her waist is thin. Her breasts and hips aren't quite as developed as Camilla's…

Still, you wouldn't give up hope. If she and Camilla are kin, it stands to reason she has the same potential.

Her face is similarly beautiful, though she seems less ready to smile easily. Likely she's nervous.

"My second eldest sister, Cordelia," says Corrin.

She makes a shy little sound in her throat. It's rather cute.

How do you do, you say?

"Your Majesty."

She replies without stuttering at least. She gives a similar curtsy. You give thought to the age differences between them.

Camilla was no doubt older than Corrin and Cordelia, but not to any extreme. You reckon there might be a half-decade separating Camilla from Corrin? And Cordelia was born in that time.

–Oh, wait. Corrin has one more older sister, perhaps you shouldn't undershoot your estimation.

Corrin then turns to the last unfamiliar feminine figure before you.

e8add No.50131

File: 1543847339171.png (585.01 KB, 1026x1200, robin.png)



Well, she's…

Hm.

She's not 'ugly' exactly. But…

You think you'd describe her as 'handsome' before 'beautiful'. Her figure is on the more petite side. She's surely of-age, but less… curvy.

Though, perhaps she's simply at the disadvantage of seeing her side by side with Camilla and even her other sister. She clearly hasn't changed out of her traveling clothes, which are on the mannish side. If it weren't for her hair and her soft face, you might confuse her for a boy.

"My third eldest sister… Robin."

–Hm, even her name seems more suited for a man than a woman.

Though, you can't help but notice something else.

Camilla, Cordelia, Corrin… Robin.

What's different, there?

How do you do, you say?

"…Your Majesty."

She folds her body down into something that's more a bow than a curtsy, only ducking her eyes in her last moments.

There definitely is some… determination in this girl. Even if her figure doesn't scream raw attractiveness, there's a certain fire in her soul. You can't quite describe it, but you've known women like her. Women who stand out just from how they carry themselves.

…What's that?

…Oh.

She carries a book in her gloved hand.



You can't quite make out the title, or even if it has one.

e8add No.50132

File: 1543847436173.png (310.49 KB, 433x650, Tharja.png)

"…"

"Ah, Husband…"

Tharja's voice pulls you out of your pause.

Oh.

You recover quickly and smile at your guests.

Of course, you weren't sure if they had taken the opportunity to become acquainted, yet.

Tharja shakes her head.

Yes, you suppose it might be inappropriate for a woman to introduce herself to a man in a polite setting between aristocrats.

You nod to Tharja and introduce her.

This is Her Royal Highness Princess Tharja, your lovely wedded wife.

You can't help slipping in that little comment, and she gives the most adorable blush.

Corrin and his sisters exchange pleasantries with Tharja. Tharja smiles easily and returns them politely. You think your mere presence has helped assuage any nerves she may have about the situation.

You smile, nod, and move on once they've concluded.

And then, you begin to say…

e8add No.50133

File: 1543847534112.jpg (293.8 KB, 595x841, Beatrice.jpg)

…Hm.

You still have to introduce Beatrice, but at the last possible moment, you second-guess yourself.

Actually, how should you introduce Beatrice?

You suppose she's there as Tharja's eventual midwife… but should you mention that?

Maybe you should just introduce her as a courtier, from your native Virilia, and not mention any particular special role she plays.

You don't have time to hesitate, so in the last possible second, you decide to say…

Choice time:
>Introduce her as Beatrice, midwife to your fair Tharja.
>Introduce her as Beatrice, lady from Virilia.

835ce No.50140

>>50133

Option one.

Also, that was an interesting development of new characters added in.

46f33 No.50145

>>50133
I'm torn, but I'm gonna go with option two here.

If we introduce her as a midwife, this will immediately bring up the question of whether or not Tharja is pregnant. When Beatrice arrived, Tharja wasn't and we could open say that Beatrice's presence is simply a way to be prepared. Now Tharja is pregnant and we are faced with two options: Either lie or admit it. I see no reason to lie at the moment and unnecessarily doing so may bite in the behind us later.

I think I remember that we agreed to present to news to the public at some point during the faire. Right now, I'm thinking that we wait a few days and turn the conversation to something else instead.

3a769 No.50154

1

a98bd No.50155

>>50133

Option 2.

3b712 No.50165

>>50133
Option two, mainly because of Wiz's comment. If we're asked, we can say something along the lines of "she's here to bring a touch of home and help Tharja be a Virilian lady too" or something. Maybe imply she's to help Tharja, but no reason to come right out with "midwife".

46f33 No.50187

>>50165
To be clear: I'm not suggesting we lie about Beatrice's role in the castle when asked. That would be foolish because it is widely known by the castle's population that Beatrice is Tharja's midwife. If Edward is asked, he should tell the truth.
I'm just saying that we should maybe steer the conversation in a direction where it is a little bit less likely that we'll be asked in the first place.

In fact, it may be prudent to operate under the assumption that everyone knows Beatrice's official role as well as her inofficial role as Edward's mistress (which of course we will not acknowledge freely), because we have no way of knowing how much of the gossip within the castle walls Corrin and his sisters have already heard.

4c0a8 No.50222

>>50133

I vote for option 2

38f15 No.50225

It's a good thing I've played a little FE: Heroes, so I recognize two of these characters and the design of the last. I'm looking forward to their personalities.

Anyway, right now, option 2.

294c8 No.50228

Hoo boy. Edward hopefully should spare little time trying his luck with these three (if memory serves, FE Camilla is a rather motherly soul behind the sexy armor and body). Meanwhile with Robin we may be getting more than we bargained for…

I'm going to say Option 2. No need to be completely direct about Beatrice's role to Corrin. If it comes up in conversation casually (and odds are it would probably be either Tharja or Beatrice herself who would bring it up), so be it, but there's no reason to bring up Tharja's pregnancy right this moment.

e8add No.50263

File: 1544016920840.jpg (14.51 KB, 210x240, Robin-response.jpg)

>2 votes for option one, introduce Beatrice specifically as Tharja's midwife.
>6 votes for option two, introduce Beatrice as just a fellow aristocrat.

Obscure Beatrice's role when introducing her.



You decide it better to play it safe and not risk revealing Tharja is pregnant yet.

As a King without an heir, it'd be obvious to even the lowest peasant you're trying for a child, but you don't need to raise the issue.

You may choose to announce your wife is pregnant, or you may choose to keep it a secret. You don't want to invite possible plots against your unborn child.

This is Beatrice, lady from Virilia, you say, introducing Beatrice.

You watch Robin turn her head.

"Virilia?" she asks you.

…Oh, right.

You couldn't just introduce Beatrice as 'lady', so you named her as from Virilia, which is going to have the similar issue of bringing up that topic.

There's a glance from Camilla to Robin.

"Robin, it's never polite to speak to royalty unless you are spoken to," she gives a gentle but firm rebuke.

Robin's eyes shift toward her without turning her head.

Ah, you decide you'd better intervene before some sort of sibling rivalry gets stirred up.

You tell Camilla it's all right. You've taken no offense.

You've invited all of them as your guests. There would hardly be much opportunity to socialize if everyone was too afraid to speak. You prefer to engage with your subjects.

…You think that was King Vlad's policy too, even if he used a different means.

Corrin clears his throat.

"We were invited to talk, dear Camilla."

"…"

Camilla smiles.

"Well, if the King is not offended, there is no indignity to apologize for."

You nod.

In answer to Robin's question, Virilia is your homeland, where both you and Beatrice hail from.

It's a distant land from which you traveled many long weeks to arrive at your castle.

Robin seems to listen to your answer. At least she seems interested.

…You decide not to say anymore though. If you mention it's an independent dukedom and not a kingdom, that will just invite more questions.

You decide this introduction has gone on long enough.

You bid everyone sit, that you may be served before the meal grows cold.

You all settle down into your seats. The maids offer to help those who wish it with their chairs. Beatrice and Tharja decline any help. Of Corrin's party, only Robin declines help, meaning all three maids move Corrin, Cordelia, and Camilla's chairs in for them.

You're able enough to decline Margaret help you sit.



The meals are served for you three. Of course your meal is set aside in a special cloche.

Margaret must taste your food, and she stands at your side and does so.

She does not drop dead, so you begin to eat.



The seating arrangements are uneven. No one sits at the 'heads' of the table, so to speak. You, Tharja, and Beatrice are lined up on one side with you in the middle, and Corrin's party is on the other.

Corrin is at least in a position he can talk with Tharja. You, however, have a little more freedom.

It's possible to engage any of the four in easy conversation. Of course, everything you say will be overheard. Privacy is impossible.

The closest thing to it is the trio of musicians have begun plucking and stringing their instruments. At least they seem to have been properly instructed to play light music that won't overwhelm your meeting.

Who should you talk with…?

You decide you'll let Corrin have the chance to engage with Tharja first. Perhaps you'll talk with him later on.

Talking with Beatrice would likely seem strange. They may even take it as a snub, so you rule that out.

It's likely better to focus on one girl at a time.

The question was, which one?

Choice time:
>You're still captivated by Camilla's stunning figure and motherly manner, engage with her first.
>Robin seems to hold genuine interest in you, and hasn't been shy about speaking out. Favor talking with Robin first.
>Cordelia may have something worth saying. Attempt to break the ice and learn more about her.

accb2 No.50272

Option 3. It seems the most "road less traveled" type of option, so why not…?

4c0a8 No.50273

Given that Robin definitely seems like a witch, it might be nice to add her to our coven of witches.

I vote for option 2.

1ccb9 No.50274

I would definitely go with 2 given Robin's potential. She seems the most mysterious and shy of the three.

29e8a No.50277

2

46f33 No.50284

>>50263
I too vote for option three.

I may have watched way too much Buffy and Angel, but I simply cannot read the name Cordelia and not picture an incredibly sexy woman.

0e53d No.50291

>>50263
I'm torn. Option 2 seems like the more prudent option, seeing as she's much more likely to be a witch. But Cordelia though…..

Bah, I guess I'll go with two.

Also, are the names references to something? Fire Emblem, maybe?

2da18 No.50293

Guess I'll be the odd vote here.

I like curvy ladies with big tits and big hips. Can't resist a good, breeding body.

Option 1.

2ee71 No.50294

Option 2: Robin seems like the kind of person we should ask a few questions.

The kind of questions whose answers some of our guests should hear.

Particularly any guest on our side of the table that we would consider a quite “golden” personality.

38f15 No.50306

I say option 3. I want to get a better gauge of the one we haven't heard from yet.

835ce No.50312

>>50263

>A dragon-riding lady(Carmilla) or a Pegasus-riding lady(Cordelia), so hard


You guys are missing out, option 1.

e8add No.50320

>2 votes for option one, talk with Camilla.
>5 votes for option two, talk with Robin.
>3 votes for option three, talk with Cordelia.

Pursue conversation with Robin.

Poll closed. Update soon.

e8add No.50322

File: 1544189906221.jpg (45.9 KB, 500x567, Robin-interested.jpg)

You are attracted to Camilla, but…

You can't start openly flirting with her. You're in a formal meeting between aristocrats. Tharja is sitting right there.

Tharja would be all too happy to hear you've bedded Camilla, of course, but you have to keep up the facade of being a somewhat normal married couple; one in which the man hid his affairs.

This just isn't like the time you first met Malon. That was private, in the stable, and you suspect Malon may have already had an 'understanding' that you would attempt to seduce her. …Perhaps.

Camilla can wait.

You'd prefer to have some impression of Cordelia beyond a shy little squeak during your introduction, but she can wait as well.

Robin, however…

There's a bit of potential there.

Your eyes dart again to her book.

You're… reasonably sure she's not a witch.

Erika confirmed in your presence that every other witch in Ruhemania was dead.

–However, what if she was like Tharja? That she had found one of Maria's books, and performed the ritual herself?

Another possibility might be that Robin was Erika after using magic to take someone's face, but you dismiss that as overly paranoid.

Still…

Beatrice will definitely be listening in to the conversation. Maybe you can find questions that will wheedle any bits of information out.

You take a moment between spoonfuls of soup to attempt to break the ice.

Robin, you begin…

Her head perks up.

You can't help but notice she seems like an avid reader.

You admit Tharja is one as well.

–Well, obviously. Tharja is carrying her own book.

"Yes. I find it is a wonderful way to learn more about the world… places that my eyes will never see."

…Hm. That's an interesting take.

You think you can understand. Ruhemania is rather… remote.

"May I ask you something, Your Majesty?"

You reply that it would depend on the thing being asked.

She doesn't shy away from your mild deflection. You'd think most people would back down after hearing something like that from a King. Either she's truly fearless, truly confident, or does not think much of you. Perhaps all three?

"I'm rather curious, Your Majesty. Will you please talk about your homeland… this Virilia? I've never read or heard about it before."

…Hm.

You think you catch Camilla giving Robin a cold little glance.

You suppose if you really wanted to be tyrannical, it would be within your right to throw up your hands and announce you took offense to the implied insult that your homeland is worth no note. It's then a short hop to implying that you are worth no note.

–But you're not in favor of such hysterics.

Instead you decide to be diplomatic.

You… would rather not.

It is distant. It exists in your heart.

You will likely never see it again. And that is all right.

You want to focus on being the rightful King of Ruhemania and Sovereign of all subjects therein.

Therefore… you have to decline.

There is simply no opportunity to live in the past. You must be concerned with Ruhemania's future.

"…"

"…"

Your attention is on Robin, but you think you saw two reactions. The first was a little grin from Beatrice, which she hides under the heel of her hand.

It was a calculated move on your part. You avoided naming Beatrice your midwife because it would invite uneasy to answer questions. 'Is Tharja pregnant?' 'Why not rely on a native Ruhemanian?' 'Since when is a midwife so young, and so beautiful?'

In the same spirit, you realized it really was impossible to talk about Virilia without mentioning your reputation for impregnating all of the women. Furthermore, it would definitely invite questions if you revealed it was an independent Dukedom and not a Kingdom. 'How did you get to marry above your station?' would be the logical thing to wonder, and that's not something you want other aristocrats thinking about. They may start to ask themselves if you're truly legitimate a King, and you can't have that.

Beatrice likely realized your true motivations there. You imagine her cackling her approval at your developed political instinct.

Besides that…

You definitely saw Camilla react as well. Her lips pursing in a surprised little 'o' that vanishes as she lowers her head and goes back to eating. Perhaps she's surprised at your dedication? Or it really hadn't hit home for her that you are King. You aren't wearing your crown, after all.

Robin on the other hand looks disappointed.

"Oh… I understand, Your Majesty."

You nod.

Good–

"But, then, will you indulge me something else?" she asks.

You blink. Looks like Robin isn't satisfied with just that.

Well… you'll hear her out.

Robin abandons any pretense of eating, her brow furrowing in thought.

"If you won't talk about your homeland… will you perhaps talk about your journey from Virilia to Ruhemania? I'm aware that there are really only so many ways to gain access to the country, and would be interested in hearing it."

That's surprisingly specific. She's not wrong by any imaginable stretch. Isn't Ruhemania surrounded by mountains and a vast field of empty grassland…? You're only vaguely aware.

Is Robin really conscious of that sort of thing? You wonder.

At any rate, it's so specific a question, it's harder to find a reason to turn her down.

You decide you'll answer it.

You preface your reply to Robin by telling her if you recount the entire journey, you may end up talking into the night, so you'll speak briefly.

Robin nods.

"I understand, Your Majesty."

She leans forward, slightly. It's clear she's hanging on your every word.



In that case…

Where to begin?

Choice time:
>Recount your journey from Virilia to Ruhemania, focus on retelling the sea journey over. A talk of pirates may make for interesting conversation.
>Gloss over the sea journey and focus on the land journey: your arrival in Elbania and your travels with Varillo's Gang. Tales of marching among mercenaries and living off the land may make to give you an impression of a strong individual.

835ce No.50327

>>50322
Option two.

c5684 No.50330

>>50322
Option two.

Way, way back, I was very curious about Elbania. Maybe Robin will fill in at least blanks.

1ccb9 No.50331

I agree with everyone when I say option two for this one. It'll help the main character to interact more with Robin for this one.

07ac3 No.50336

2

61093 No.50337

Number 2

38f15 No.50352

It is my opinion that is using this question to deduce which direction we came from, and use that information either to deduce more about us, or to start further investigation. More likely the former. I believe a couple others who have voted have come to this conclusion as well. Glossing over the sea voyage will likely leave her somewhat unsatisfied, as she won't have our point of origin, but I can see no other choice for now. Just stuff to keep in mind.

Option 2.

4c0a8 No.50388

I vote for Option 2

e8add No.50665

>7 votes for option two, focus on the land journey once you arrived at Elbania.

Tell the story of how you came to Ruhemania, glossing over the sea voyage and emphasizing the journey with Varillo.

Poll closed. Update soon.

e8add No.50713

You're still not sure what Robin's motives are.

If you emphasize the length of your sea journey, it may be revealing more than you like about the sheer distance between Virilia and Ruhemania. It may paint you as even more of an outsider.

Instead, maybe it's better to talk about the very long walk from Elbania to Valachia.

You set your spoon down to tell the story.

You were put on a ship and sailed off to meet your beautiful new wife… it was a bit of a journey by sea, but you soon arrived in Elbania.

You were greeted by members of the mercenary group King Vlad had hired.

You're about to start describing how fearsome they were and in particular Varillo himself…

But before you do, Robin interrupts.

"Mercenaries…?" she asks.



Oh.



Shit.

It'd been so long, you forgot.

It was actually unknown to you, still. That is, why King Vlad had mercenaries sent to fetch you instead of loyal Ruhemanian soldiers. You'd thought it strange at the time and almost questioned him about it, but with everything that happened afterward… it was so long ago you actually took it for granted and stopped thinking about it. It's only now that you've brought it up that you realize it would cause anyone to raise an eyebrow.

Indeed, Robin's question has prompted a lull in all conversations around you, leaving the dinner suddenly quiet, except for the music.

The music does save you a little embarrassment.

Yes, of course… you say, in an attempt at recovering.

You were under the impression the state of Ruhemania's terrain made any horses or carriages for your transportation to Castle Valachia impractical.

It was necessary therefore for King Vlad to hire experienced trackers to guide you through the Ruhemanian wilderness.

They were less 'mercenaries' in terms of selling their services as combatants and more in terms of selling a particular skill, in this case, as guides.

Robin… turns her head and furrows her brow.

"That doesn't make sense. I've seen a map of Elbania and Ruhemanian. There are hills and swamp, of course, but there is a road depicted going into Ruhemania."

… Wait, really?

She nods.

…That shrewd old wretch.

King Vlad had you brought to Castle Valachia through being marched through a swamp… when there was a road?!

Damn him… for perhaps the first time, you feel true resentment toward King Vlad, as an individual. You feel personally wronged.

He hadn't just cheated you out of a wedding ceremony, he'd marched you with a pack of savages when he could've given you a comfortable journey!?

…You put a lid on your anger and screw it shut as tight as you can.

Robin's merely making an incorrect assertion. Her basis for saying so is only describing what she saw on a map. You just need to point that out, and you won't look like an idiot.

–Well, what Robin suggests was just impractical under the circumstances, you say.

You know how far you walked. Even supposing a safe, steady road, the distance would be asking far too much from just a few horses. Surely any time saved would be lost resting just to make sure the horses didn't collapse of exhaustion.

With you able to walk through areas that a horse would not have been able to travel, you could maintain a daily, steady pace.

Yes, that simply had to be it. Robin's just coming to a conclusion without all the facts.

Robin squints her eyes in thought.

"It may have taken you some time to let your horses recover after being driven, but a chain of horses waiting along the road from settlement to settlement would have worked."

… Oh.

Robin nods.

"It should've been well within possibility for such a system to be organized, especially on behalf of the Crown for transportation of His heir."



You go tongue-tied. You're not used to traveling long distances. Such an idea hadn't occurred to you.

You don't have a response.

You guess… you just weren't worth King Vlad's consideration.

Why would you be? It was completely in line with everything else you went through, back then.

King Vlad wasn't even counting on you being his only heir. He had Ricardo for that role.

Why therefore, go to the trouble of setting up a relay system and send out any soldiers?

Easier to give some mercenaries a sack of gold and have them walk you there.

–But, you can't just admit that at the table in front of your guests you're trying to impress!

"…Robin, you shouldn't imply things," says Camilla.

Robin turns her head to Camilla, looking surprised.

"I'm not trying to imply anything… I just thought something didn't match up from what I remembered reading…"

Camilla's very close to outright frowning. The last thing you need is more attention being called to this by provoking a fight.

But– you just don't know what to say.

Somehow, months later, from beyond the grave, King Vlad had found another way to humble you and remind you that you were only there because it served his will.

e8add No.50714

File: 1545057824156.jpg (56.46 KB, 670x831, Robin-curious.jpg)

"Ah–hem~"

Beatrice clears her throat, in an exaggerated, but not unnatural or overly loud, way.

"Pardon my interruption, but I think I can provide an explanation to satisfy young Robin's curiosity."

… She can?

You stop short of speaking that out loud.

But you're suddenly seized with a profound deja vu.

You decide to let Beatrice talk.

Beatrice cants her head.

"Fair Lady Robin… are you aware that everything in the country belongs to His Majesty?"

Robin blinks, then thinks it over.

"Well, actually, the free-people…"

Beatrice interrupts.

"We're not speaking of the free-people, we're speaking of the King's good, loyal subjects."

Robin straightens up.

"Ah… yes. Of course. The lands are governed by His Majesty's will and bestowed on him by God's Grace."

Beatrice nods.

"Indeed… but is the King of Ruhemania also the King of Elbania?"

Robin's blinks, her face starting to flush red with embarrassment.

"O-Obviously not."

Beatrice nods again.

"Exactly. The use of the King of Elbania's road would require the King of Elbania's approval. And to get that approval, the King of Ruhemania would need to give the King of Elbania good reason to allow that use." She turns her head, glancing at each guest. "Is it at all unnatural to think the King of Ruhemania was not of a demeanor to explain his decision-making?"

Probably not.

'King Vlad did not alter deals that King Vlad already agreed to, and he didn't let anyone else decide what he'd agreed to either. You can't see him ever making an exception.

You just hope those in Chrisania have that impression.

"Therefore, picture a solution. A solution in the form of men, who are without allegiance to one King, and are under no obligations, therefore, to greet the King of Elbania on behalf of Ruhemania, or ask permission to use the roads. Instead, they merely meet His Majesty, and escort him directly to the castle."

Ah. Now you see where Beatrice is taking this point. She's implying that King Vlad engaged in a little bit of a clandestine operation to escort you to Ruhemania. But more importantly…

Beatrice purses her lips, before grinning.

"Wouldn't it be perfectly reasonable, given the importance of His Majesty's life? He was the Crown Prince, after all."

…she's presenting it in a way that makes it sound like King Vlad had you marched around Ruhemania because you were a valuable, respected, heir apparent. As opposed to… someone who King Vlad couldn't be bothered considering.

"Ah–"

Robin makes a little gasp and looks like she's experienced a mundane epiphany. The rest of your guests seem to quietly nod to themselves.

"That does make sense… Thank you for explaining, Miss…?" Robin asks.

Beatrice smiles. Not a manic grin, but a little, subdued, demure smile, of a proper aristocrat.

"Beatrice."

You feel like pulling her into an embrace, but you hold back.

Beatrice managed to pull an explanation that paints you in a positive light from your story, allowing you to save face and keep up the impression of being King Vlad's preferred heir.

Surely no good would come from anything else.

… Could it actually be true, you wonder?

Maybe. Maybe not. You'd never know for sure.

Robin tilts her head.

"But, then…"

Seems like she's still not satisfied.

"How do you know that? And when did you arrive in Ruhemania?"

Beatrice doesn't hesitate.

"I'm more experienced a traveler than His Majesty. I arrived a little later, and made travel with a different set of mercenaries."

–Not too bad an explanation.

Robin's reply is quick as well.

"But then why wouldn't you have traveled with hi– His Majesty if you are from the same land?"

You spare a glance at Corrin, Cordelia, and Camilla. They seem to be closing their ears and concentrating on their meals. Are they used to this behavior, or is that a calculated move to avoid disrespecting you?

Beatrice gives an easy smile.

"Sailors have certain superstitions about women on board ships. I needed to be sequestered from them, which meant I could not travel openly with His Majesty."

That's an interesting lie. You're actually not sure if it's true. You remember some stories the sailors told you, but not about that. It sounds like it could be true, which suits your purposes at least.

Beatrice really had figured out all the angles in her appearance at Castle Valachia. –That, or she's good at making it up.

Robin finally settles down with her questions.

"Oh…" she finally says, trailing off.

You're recovered enough to interrupt.

You're glad Robin's curiosity is satisfied, but you didn't finish talking about your travel. That's what she wanted to hear, yes?

Robin perks up a little bit.

"Yes, please, Your Majesty."



You tell your story. Robin hangs on your every word. You're careful this time not to give her a detail to hang on or question.

You get the impression she's not a girl who was looking to stir up trouble or humiliate you, but is just so inquisitive and free in spirit that she saw nothing wrong with her interruptions and arguing.

At the very least, your guests start talking easily, and the meal returns to normal.

Tharja exchanges a few words with Corrin, though you're too focused on your story to tell what about. He seems to be smiling, at least.

The maids takes your soup bowls away and present you with a plate of stewed vegetables.

… Well, you had your chance to order the maids to prepare better food. You suppose this will have to do.

e8add No.50715

File: 1545057987453.jpg (83.33 KB, 530x1032, Tharja-discreet.jpg)

You feel something poke you in the side.

You realize it's Tharja's finger.

"Husband…" she breathes in a hushed tone.

She draws her face closer and whispers to you. Her breath is hot against the shell of your ear.

"Would you like me to talk to anyone to help you seduce them later…?"

… Hm.

Given what Tharja accomplished for you with Sully, that may be worthwhile.

Her voice was so soft you're sure you're the only one who heard it.

In that case…

Choice time:
>Very discreetly incline your head toward Camilla.
>Draw your wife's line of sight to Cordelia.
>Move your eyes to stare at Robin.
>…Gently shake your head. It's not a good time, yet.

71ec9 No.50716

>>50715
Well, obviously we want all of them… but for now, I vote for Camilla.

835ce No.50717

>>50715

Still going for Camilla, we need someone with equal strength to match other than just Sully. Plus, if you know her personality on Fates, it's a bonus once she's pregnant.

294c8 No.50719

Well, this is an interesting situation now. It feels a little soon to be trying to make any plays at the sisters, but perhaps if Edward doesn't rush things too much, he's got a good opportunity if Tharja's helping.

Seems a bit risky to try things with Robin just yet. She's a nice girl, but not much of a filter so things could get complicated fast. Poor Cordelia is certainly deserving of attention after being ignored for the most part, but I'm sure a proper opportunity will arise later.

For now, let's go after Camilla. If she's going to be anything like her FE counterpart, she will take very well to motherhood so we might as well give it a try. She might be a bit of a Mama Bear too, so playing with Cordelia and Robin before seducing her might be playing with fire.

Option 1. Let's go for Camilla

accb2 No.50751

Discretion is the better part of valor, and perhaps virility. Option 4, just for the time at hand though.

1ccb9 No.50758

For me I would go with Cordelia for this one as she would be an interesting choice to seduce. Not to mention she would be cute to poke fun at. XD

a91b7 No.50767

Option 1.

Camilla for sure.

e19f9 No.50777

Option 1: Camilla

4c0a8 No.50783

Option 1: Camilla

38f15 No.50787

I want to learn more about each of these women before we actually bed them, but let's get the ball rolling.

I don't think I'll win, but option 2. It feels like it would be easy to get to Camilla and Robin, but Cordelia… is a question mark.



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