You walk to the king's chamber in your finest gown, with a cape draped over your shoulders. You dressed elegantly, for, after all, it was a meeting with a king. And a king is the ruler of the people whom all must adore and worship. You would be damned if you would appear before such a figure without your finest apparel. It only took a couple minutes for you to obtain approval into the throne room.
You kneel.
"Your Majesty, I am pleased to see you," You greet him, following the rules of etiquette set from time beyond.
"Hoh, it's you, Maede. How very nice of you to come visit this aging man. I become bored quite easily these days, unfortunately."
You look up at the king. His aging figure propped up on the throne, wrinkles abound everywhere. Though he was younger than you, he unfortunately could not ingest any elixirs, nor other potions to maintain his youth. After all, it would dilute his blue, aristocratic bloodline, and that is the very last thing he would want. And thus, he aged much more quickly than you did, to both his and your dismay. After all, though you might have been prone to jealousy when it came to high ranking positions, the king and you were very close. Some would even say friends. The two of you have really bonded over the years, sharing much joy and laughter together.
"I apologize, Your Majesty. Business has been very busy lately. I wish I could have more time."
"Understandable," the king says, stroking the fat layers of his chin. He used to be so vigorous, so full of youth when you had met him. But his age caught up, he could not be as active as before, and his appetite had not settled down, causing him to obtain quite a pot belly. "But, I wonder... for what reason have you come to seek an audience with me?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. I have come to seek an audience for a very important reason. I want to marry."
You can see the king's ears perk up. "Hoh, what's this about? Aren't you already married?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. However, as you might know, my wife is from a commoner class."
"Indeed. I have always found it to be a pity. I like you, after all. I had wanted to give my daughter's hand to you in marriage, but..." His voice trails off.
You nod. Kings and their bloodline could not just dilute their blood willy nilly, without a good reason. It was taboo, and even the king could not overcome it.
"About that, I have found a noblewoman."
The king jumped out of his throne. Or tried to, at least, as he huffed from straining himself, belly shaking violently.
"You... you mean...?" The king began.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I request that you would kindly meet her, and approve of her marriage to me."
The king sat back into his throne, looking sullen.
"I'm busy at the moment... unfortunately. But fret not, my loyal friend. Servant!"
A servant came into the room, carrying a scroll on a pillow within his palms, carefully moving as to not drop it. It was red, engraved in various symbols of the royal crest.
"This...!" You exclaim, recognizing it. It is a royal contract, worth a fortune, only one every 50 years was made.
"Yes. This will legally bind the two people who sign it, causing them to become inseparable, and locking them into their new forms for all eternity. Age will not separate the two, and only the enchanted blade of a dragon's tooth will be able to harm you."
"But... something so valuable..." You begin, but are cut off.
"Nonsense. Take it. You have been a wise and loyal public servant of mine for many year. Go on. Take it."
You hesitantly stretch out your arm, grasping the legendary scroll.
"I... I thank thee, Your Majesty."
"Do not worry. I wish you happiness and good fortune. Ah, I still remember when you appeared in front of me in my youthful days, a daring adventurer might I say. To relieve yourself of a deserter status in such a way... you had me fooled. But it was a hearty laughter that you brought me. Go, and be happy with your newfound one."
~~~
You were standing in front of your manor, scroll grasped in hand.
"Is she here?" You ask your butler, Rievus.
"Yes, and waiting quite patiently for you," He affirms.
"And... did you check...?" You hesitantly, gulping from the sheer nervousness.
Your butler smiles, fishing out a vile filled with a viscous, blue liquid. "There are no worries. I extracted some during her sleep."
"By the gods!" You exclaim, examining the vial carefully. "This blood... why, this supersedes enough the king's blue blood. Just how much nobility is within her? She must have come from a very long line of kings and queens!"
Taking a couple more seconds to examine it, to make sure your eyes didn't deceive you, you pass the vial back to the butler.
"Rievus, I will be in there with our dear guest. I would like to ask you to make sure that no one interrupts us."
"It will be done."
You hastily enter the manor, heading immediately to the dining room, where the noblewoman is once more sitting and drinking hot tea. Belleyeux this time.
"Hmm? Oh, you are back so soon? You must have sensed my loneliness."
"I have came as soon as possible to be a bringer of good news," You say, taking her gentle, warm handing and giving it a kiss on the back of it.
"Oh? The king has agreed to meet us?"
"Even better, my lady," You say, thrusting out the scroll. A gasp could be heard escaping her lips - she understood what the scroll meant.
"You... you said that you are not a noble, right?" She hesitantly asks, gazing into your eyes as both her hands rest on her lap.
"I am not, unfortunately."
"And yet... you were given such a treasure...? From the king himself?"
You smile wryly. "I did say that I have a high amount of authority over the king, did I not?"
You could see her biting her lip, squirming in place, no doubt becoming lost in her fantasies.
"I... I see." She says, turning to gaze deep into your eyes. "My lor... no, Darling. I can feel it. You will be the most perfect wif... ahem, husband for me to spread my influence. Why, with the amount of power that you have, and my noble lineage, we could rule over the world!"
"If that is what you desire, my lady," You respond, smiling, bowing to her in an extravagantly acting form. It seems that your power and influence have charmed her.
"Mmmm," she moans, biting her lip and squirming in the seat once more. "I cannot take it anymore!"
"W-what?" You exclaim, surprised by her sudden outburst.
"You, we must consummate at once!" She leans in, and begins to stroke your unshaved cheek. Surprised by her actions, you fall backwards, landing on the floor as the lady leans in even closer and begins nibbling your ear. "But this is not the place to do this. Come, drink this, and we will begin... in your quarters."
She sets a small bottle of liquid onto the ground beside you, while playing with your ear with the other hand.
"What's this for?" You ask, curiously looking at the bottle.
"Oh, this is nothing. A simple aphrodisiac. I am a very needy ma... woman in bed. Come, drink and join me," the lady says as she sashays off into the direction of your room.
You shrug your shoulders, amused, and delighted with this development. 'I suppose that chastity belt was not just for show!' You think, as you proceed to gulp down the...
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