A Warning...

Closing the door he turns and says, "I cannot stress how important it will be that you ensure the Princess is with child and we return victorious as soon as possible."

"Why? Is there trouble?" You ask with unease.

"Did you not see? The King is dying!" He growls at you. "I do not care about your kingdom... but I serve the king and will serve his daughter until I die. You must ensure that she is with child and you MUST ensure we are victorious in the field." Looking back at the door, he pauses as footsteps pass by in the hallway before he adds, "There are forces at court that seek to see you fail at both..."

"What forces...? Shouldn't the king know?" You ask.

"The King is powerless... he is dying and the nobles see that." Volodar warns. "I fear that civil war is brewing... should he die with his Armies and loyal nobles gone it will embolden them. Should the Princess be made queen without child and a human husband away at war it will give them ideas...."

"Ideas?" You ask.

"Men die in battle all the time... and without her being with child a remarriage to one of the nobles would be simple." He warns.

"What can we do about it?" You ask.

"Win. You must know that this campaign will determine not only your future but the future of my people and your wife... the stakes cannot be higher so you must put aside your need for **** and focus on defeating Fredrick in the fastest way possible even if it means..." Volodor says, pausing as he looks away.

"Means what...?" you ask with a stare.

"Even if it means a truce or an agreement..." He adds.

"A truce? He killed my father! I will have his head!" You shout.

"Quiet!" He mutters, looking back at the door before he grabs your collar. "You are a king now! Not in title but in potential... so act like one! Kings look out for their people not their own ****... you remember that..." Volodar says before hearing voices outside in the hallway. Stepping back he adds, "Look, I will follow you into battle Prince... all my men will... but for the best interest of our people. Not for your personal scores you look to settle... don't forget that."

Stepping outside, Volodar walks down the hall. Stepping outside you seethe with anger but know he is right.

"Prince John…?" A voice behind you says.

"What?!" You snap back, seeing a fair but terrified Elven Maid. Her lip trembling and her light blue eyes full of fear.

"Sorry... what is it...?" You ask.

"My Prince... I am Elanor... the personal servant for you and the princess..." Looking away nervously she adds, "I was told to take you to the Princess' chambers."

"What for...?" You ask.

"Well to um... continue to... try and continue the line my Prince. We expect you to depart soon and for a long time so its best you remain there as long as possible with her..." She stammers, blushing with embarrassment.

"Oh... well I suppose I wont disagree then..." You reply, eager to spend more time with your Elven wife to discover more of her feisty side she showed this morning.

"Follow me my Prince..." She says with a smile.

Walking behind her, your eyes wander across her tight dress that hugs her curves and breasts. "I um also must tell you." She adds.

"Yes?" I ask.

"As your personal servant it is traditional that I am to do whatever is necessary to... assist with your activities..." She says with a blush.

"Is that so...?" You ask with anticipation as you step down a long corridor.

Elanor bites her lip and blushes in response, continuing to lead you to the Princess' chambers, stepping through a door your cock hardens with anticipation of your evening with the fair maid and your elven wife.