"I am. But it's a bit of a secret."

"Well," George says with a smile. "I am. But it's sort of a secret."

"Really? Wow! I've never met royalty before." Megan leaps from the examination table, attempts to curtsy, realizes she's wearing jeans, and bows awkwardly instead. "Your Majesty...but, uh, why is it a secret? And why you?"

"Well, it was decided by lottery," George confabulates airily. "But, you know, the government decided it would be best to let the people retain the illusion of control. It's a quick transition, you know. So we're only telling people as it comes up - when I'm having a conversation with someone, for example."

"I see," Megan says, nodding as though that makes total sense. "But, uh. What does this have to do with my diagnosis? Do I have AGS or not?"

George chuckles, making a few notes and entering a few false items into her chart, then clicking "Finalize." "No, Megan. I'm happy to say you don't have AGS - you're just a kind young woman," he says with a smile. And indeed, that's perfectly true - on paper.

"Oh, thank God. I'm so relieved," Megan says, letting out a sigh. "Well, can I go now?"

"Not quite yet, just a few more things to finish up," George says. He begins to click around randomly on the computer screen as though he's doing something. "But you know, Megan, it's required by law to kneel when in the presence of your king. If you're aware that you're in the presence of your king, of course."

"Oh, uh, really? Sorry! I didn't know." Megan gets down on her knees, shifting uncomfortably. "Kind of weird to have you be both my doctor and my king. But I guess it makes sense. Lottery and all. At least you went to school! Imagine if it was, like, some stoner bum who got chosen to be king."

"That would've been bad," George murmurs. He pushes himself away from the desk, crossing the space between them while still in his rolling chair. Megan looks up at him, trusting, from her kneeling position. "We're all set with your medical appointment, Megan. But there's one other thing I have to take care of in my role as your monarch."

"What's that, Your Majesty?"

George smiles. "A little ritual, one that I perform for certain subjects of mine when they learn that I'm the king. A ceremony, if you will."

"Ok, Your Majesty. How's it go?"

"It's pretty simple," George says, unzipping his pants. He pulls his half-hard cock out of his boxers, seeing Megan's eyes widen. "It involves blessing you with my royal scepter. You'll give me a nice, enthusiastic blowjob like a good subject. Eh?"

"Er." Megan swallows. "Do I have to, Your Majesty?"