Go check in on Donald and Jana.

"Solla, that was incredible." You groan, taking a few moments to wash away the remaining grime of the road, blood and the sweat of your lovemaking away. Solla, for her part, wears your cum as proudly as she would any battlescar.

"An honour to serve you, your majesty." Solla smiles.

"You know, if you ever tire of your "second family", there's a place for you in Itheria." you tell her, only half seriously.

"As a warrior, or a whore?" Solla asks, climbing out of the spring.

"Dear, why limit yourself to only one?" You chuckle, giving the tribal another kiss before dressing and making to leave.

"I may take you up on your offer!" Solla calls out as you exit the secluded little cave. You turn back to her.

"I may end up with little choice." she reminds you, patting her toned and fit stomach.

Of course, you think to yourself. Itherian royal bastards were a long and storied tradition. One, it seemed, you were barrelling towards continuing yourself.

Hells, it was a tradition you yourself were a product of. As... unwilling as it may have been on the part of your foolish father.

"If such a situation were to arise... we can address it." you tell Solla. "Provided you don't enter Itheria with an army at your back, to secure your child's rightful throne."

Solla laughs, making for her discarded armour.

"Have no fear, your majesty. I left my home because I had no desire to become a chieftain's wife. I have even less to become a northern Queen." Solla informs you.

You depart, seeking out Donald and Jana. Perhaps the two of them will be up to something interesting.

You navigate the veritable warren of caves and tunnels, looking for the couple, until a bookish sort of woman in a cloth robe points you in the right direction.