I am the king

"I am the king, you know," you reply, as if it will explain everything. Of course, you fucking Dobra will cause some problem. However, anything you do will cause you trouble. Heck, simply existing causes you to be sent away when you're small.

Your kingdom is built upon one principle, "Might makes right". This tenet doesn't mean the kingdom wages war with all its neighbours nor does it mean the children will be brought up in a barbaric manner like a small military state in the east. It simply means that rather than achieving legitimacy through simple aristocracy supported by theocracy, your reign will only be stable as long as you remain strong.

"I do what I want," you say as you dip your head to conquer her lips. The two of you make love until the early hours with you eager to prove your virility to the obviously more experienced woman.

While doing Dobra for the forth time that time, you suddenly recall an advice by an older acquaintance. Be careful of sleeping with a widow as she might use her vast experience in bed to ensnare you. It's a good thing you remember that advice or else you would have become infatuated with Dobra.

But while Dobra's possible honey trap wouldn't work with you now that you realized it, it doesn't mean you can't use that idea to your advantage.