And Meet Princess Sarah

“I am so pleased to accepted my offer to break fast with me this fine morning, King of Ostgrenze.” Franz Karl joyfully and warmly says to you. You find it rather out of character of him doing so.

‘It’s not like I would have had much of a choice.’ You keep yourself from actually saying that. But very few people could say no to an invitation to dine with King Franz Karl.

The servants have prepared a round table draped with a white clothe. Eggs and sausages with some bread. The food was prepared by Miriam and you give the woman your compliments for the tasty meal. Miriam hands Franz Karl some warm milk which she says is fresh from the source. Funny there aren't any cows nearby.

“So why did you ask me to eat the first meal of the day with you, King Franz Karl?” You ask him bluntly.

“I admire your bluntness, young man.” He laughs for a second. “King of Ostgrenze, do you enjoy the creation of your children?”

“The physical process or the thought of having them?”

“Both of course but for the purposes of the question, I refer to the physical process.”

“What sort of question is that?” You look at Karl in disbelief. “I wouldn’t have the number of children I have if it not were the case.”

“Quite right. Creating children is fun. I suppose the Almight made it that way considering children are a responsibility regardless of how much we love them. I too have plenty of children. Be it they be born from my wives or my mistresses.” And plenty more other women. “Young King, have you ever made a cuckold out of any man?”

“No, I can honestly say I haven't.”

“And what has prevented you, my son?” He says casually and takes a sip of his milk. "Some moral line you refuse to cross or perhaps you fear some sort of retribution?" A devilish grin forms on his lips, "It's a euphoric feeling, you know. Fucking another man's wife as though she were your own. The great barbarian conqueror in the lands of the far east was said to take the women of the places he conquered and had his wife with them. It is feels absolutely thrilling when you take another man’s wife into your arms and bed. Seed her and have her belly swell with your child growing inside. And her husband who has to raise it in our stead. Elsewise, we punish them for neglecting their new responsibilities.”

You dodge answering his question by asking a question of your own, "What of you, my King? Have you made cuckold's out of other men?"

Franz Karl smirks disported at you, "I have made cucks out of plenty a men." But Franz is not going to go into detail of whom. That would be dangerous. "We are both Kings. We have responsibilities expected of us. But it cannot be denied that men like us love to spread our seed even in gardens that belong to someone else."

Then someone comes over. A girl with long black hair and green eyes. She was a busty girl but nothing surpassing Helga's impressive bosoms. She's dressed elegantly and like that of a princess. She bows to you and Franz Karl. "My Kings, good morning to you both."

"And to you, Sarah. Oh yes, young King. This is my daughter, Sarah. She is a princess of Sudreich and my youngest daughter by Miriam. She was escorted by my men to us just last night."

"You had her legitimized?" You ask Franz Karl while looking to Sarah. This is the girl Karl wanted you to marry months ago. She's beautiful, you don't deny in your mind.

"All the children I had with Miriam are legitimized. But they have no claim to the throne of Sudreich. Ever. No, that right falls to my first wife's children."

To your relief, Franz Karl does not bring up anything regarding your marriage to Camilla. Really nothing of the sort related to your marriage. A relief. At the time, Sarah was nothing more than a blank face in a silhouette of a body. But now seeing her in the flesh is a different story. Though she does not have the same effect Helga had on you the first time you laid eyes on her.

You stand and take Sarah's hand in her own and kiss the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you, Princess."

"And you, my King of Ostgrenze." She says back. She takes a step forward closer, "My father had plans for us to marry." She says without any hint of displeasure or disappointment. "You're not half bad appearance-wise." She comments with a smile. "You've also done well for yourself in your first year as King. So I believe a form of congratulations is in order."

She steps closer, grabs the back of your head and leads her lips on yours. You honestly are unsure of what to do. This could very well be some ploy by Franz Karl. You kiss back in the end but your hands remain inactive. Then she pushes her tongue inside your mouth and coils around your tongue before bringing it over into her mouth. She presses her body onto yours and her breasts are squeezed between you. Her arms latch on to you as she intensifies the kiss and get it quite heated. She smells exquisitely too. Your cock hardens in your trouser, bulging and pressing against her. You are sure she notices it too.

"A shame," she says with a smile after ending the kiss leaving you aroused, "I would have made you so happy. You could have had my father's support in uniting the northern Almain states."

You hear Franz Karl laugh, "Oh do drop the issue, dear. Not point in pondering on the 'what could have been'. Young King, I would just like to inform you that despite that kiss, that is all you're getting from my daughter. Don't do anything foolish with her. I won't tolerate you deflowering my child. Understand?"

"Yes, High-Lord."

"Brilliant." Franz Karl stands up. "The servants will see to the table and all objects upon it. Now come, Sarah dear. We must talk about your future."

You see Sarah's mood damped and she bows her head down. "Yes, father."

"Excuse us, young King." Franz Karl leads his daughter away.

You walk around the camp to expect your party and men. Inspect the amount of travelling supplies and the well being of the horses. Everything seems in order. But then you spot two people. A man and a woman who are talking merrily as they walk towards you.