Knowing About Your 62 Other Children

Your granduncle Hermann came to the capital to personally hand you a letter. You ask him to stay and rest since he had come a long way. Accompanied only by two other elderly priests on a horse-drawn wagon, it was tiring travels for such old men. But Hermann was insistent he and his company return to the village immediately.

“By the way, grandnephew,” said Hermann just before he got on the wagon, “the women of the village are considering renaming the town in your honor.”

“I’m honored, granduncle. But I must refuse such an honor. But I am not oppose to any other names up for suggestion.”

They leave and you open the letter. The letter contained news of the birth of your children by the village women. Hermann informs you that 51 of the women you had bedded had given birth not too long ago. You have 25 sons and 37 daughters. You feel proud of your fertility. Almost to the point of patting yourself on your balls but that's just silly. Your brood grows. With more women back in the village more than willing to bear your children, it will certainly continue to grow.

"Someone seems a little overwhelmed." You turn around and find Franz Karl with Miriam walking to you. In a snap, your eyes land square on the woman's gargantuan breasts. Her dress showed them off spectacularly. Miriam's breasts were larger but you surmise that Miriam had most likely given birth to children before in her younger years. You can't tell her exact age but Miriam is 51 years old. Helga is young and is yet to give birth to her first child.

You take your eyes off her breasts and quickly fold back the letter you've been reading. "Your majesty." You greet Franz Karl. You address the woman he is with. You introduce yourself and ask her name. "Are you King Franz Karl's wife and Queen?" You ask additionally.

Miriam giggles and covers her mouth. Karl seems amused and answers, "My wife and Queen's name is Ruth. She is at home in the capital of Sudreich. This is Miriam," his hand gestures at the woman next to him, "she is a trusted friend, the head of my servants back home and my mistress. She has born me 10 children."

"And proud of it! Hello young King." Miriam says pleasantly and kindly. "You look like you've just read some news that would personally affect you. Good news I hope." She says sounding quite sincere.

"Yes, good news indeed."

"Would you care to share?" There is something about how Miriam asked her request that made it quite hard to say no. She is so kind and gentle.

But it won't sway you. "I'm afraid that's going to be a secret. My eyes only."

Miriam chuckled after that. "Oh very well, dear boy. Keep your secret." She sounds not upset at all. She wraps her arms around Karl's arm, "Come, my love." and leads him away.

"Sire," comes the voice of heavily pregnant Sophie. She's due in less than two weeks. Her pregnancy has made her breasts grow and soon your child and your mother's new children will nurse from them.

“Sophie,” you take her in your arms and you lock lips with each other.

You and Sophie find a bench to sit on and talk about certain topics. Her family was disappointed they couldn’t marry her off for political purposes and even more knowing she was having a child out of wedlock. But they understood she was only following her superiors wishes and showing her devotion and loyalty. That counted for something. And better your child than some random stranger. Sophie smiled when she told you her family actually wants to meet their newest addition. All throughout your conversation your hand was on her belly, roaming around it lovingly and admiringly. Your shared child just laying inside. You and Sophie kiss again.

From a distance, two people observe you and Sophie. They are Camilla and Alana. Alana whispers into Camilla’s ears from behind while holding on to her shoulders. The words make the younger Queen take deep consecutive breaths before she storms off. Alana smiles at Camilla’s retreating form with cold eyes.