Courtship

Today is no ordinary day, after all. For the first time since you ascended to the throne, you've decided to entertain a suitor. A visitor who has come all this way to meet you and to try to earn your hand in marriage. As a royal monarch, courtship is a common, ritualized affair. One designed to help give your kingdom a proper and prestigious match. As the Queen, your children will be the future rulers, and thus the fate of the entire country depends on who you marry and produce heirs with.

However, today, there's no vague notion of duty guiding your choice. Rather, darker thoughts of the sort of carnal pleasures that might await you if you decide to accept this suitor's proposal. You know that the mere fact of their arrival here will be controversial. That they might react to you actually MARRYING a suitor such as this with disdain. Perhaps even horror.

You just don't fucking care. It's good to be Queen.

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