Honoring the result

Well... there it was. A mug full of semen for yours truly. For a moment, I stared at it wondering... thinking... hoping that I could somehow avoid what was about to happen.

However, it was Agnes, out of everyone, that urged me on.

“It’s an unpleasant result, my prince, but we hold on to our promises as humans, don’t we?”

She was right. Half a pint of semen was nothing compared to the dwarves seeing that they could trust our kingdom. We are only good as our word, are we not?

Sighing, I stepped forward, raised the mug, cheered the rest of the group and gulped it down. I wish I could say it went down easy, but it... did not. Regardless, the mug was soon empty, the dwarves cheered, and Agnes and I were soon on our way out of the room...

As we walked through the silent corridors, she offered some words of assurance.

“It’s okay, my prince, I’ve done much worse myself... This one time, our in the countryside got raided by orcs and... well, they’re brutes, but as long as you have an open mind, there’s a lot of fun to be had!”

I wasn’t sure if the words assured me, but I appreciated the effort...