Ingrid and Gisella

"Both of my sister-in-laws," Muller answers.

"Ingrid and Gisella?" you ask.

"Yes. Both of them?"

Muller nods.

"Your wife knows about this?"

"Not yet. Ingrid, Gisella, and I found out about this situation three days ago,"

Three days ago. So that meant he quickly rode to the palace to seek your help almost immediately since the distance between his territory and the capital is two days travel by wagon. Looking at his personality, you suspect that he rode a horse all the way, barely stopping. That is respectable in a sense, but it annoys you at the same time. "Hey, Viscount. When there's rumors that I'm going to take those Eastern sisters as my concubines, I recall you being the one to criticize me. If I'm not wrong, you quoted the Third Book, even getting the chapter and verse number correct. Now, not only you take one, but two sisters as your wife's rival?"

Muller covers his face in shame.

"Meanwhile, I didn't take any one of the sisters myself. I wonder what I did wrong. Care to enlighten me, Viscount?"

Muller mumbles something inaudible.

"What's that? I think Satan is covering my ears right now that I can't hear anything coming out of your virtuous mouth,"

"I was jealous of you, Your Majesty!"

"Huh?"

Muller explains that when he heard rumors that you're sleeping with Sarah and Misha, he became very jealous as he was very attracted to Ingrid and Gisella but didn't dare touch them. That was the reason behind his complain about it. In the end, he stopped once he managed to bed them both.

"You made my life difficult, calling your advice as coming from an older brother. But you, Brother, gives advise because you didn't get any. But once you did, you don't even have the decency to apologize! Rather, you keep making my life difficult! What the hell, Bro?"

"Sorry," Muller say in a small voice.

"No, you're not. You're not sorry putting your dick in your sister-in-laws, you're not sorry for troubling me, you're just sorry that your wife is going to skin you alive and use that skin on a drum that she will hit every day," After finishing, you count from one to thirty in your mind to calm yourself.

You hand him a paper. "Write down what you want to happen in order to deem the problem is solved satisfactorily," You give few examples such as Muller not skinned alive, his wife and mother forgive him and her sisters, and Muller maintains his title and position.

It took Muller quite some time to come up with the list. You look at it and then at him. "If I get all this right and you still run your mouth at my expense, I'm going to castrate you with a pail,"

"I promise not to go against you, Your Majesty,"

Simply let him be, will cause him to be unable to go against you; a dead Viscount assassinated by his wife's order wouldn't trouble you that much. However, that means you will lose a chance to get someone capable to come to your side. Sometimes, you hate yourself.

"Deitrich!" you call your trusty attendant.

A few seconds later the man enters. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Prepare the Royal Coach immediately. I'm going to Lord Muller's territory for inspection today,"