The Queen got pregnant

Over the next few weeks, the same thing happened. You tend to your work as a King while Zereena tends to her as the queen; sometimes the two of you decide on certain issues together. Every time the two of you sat on the throne together, you receive questioning gaze.

You are the king, but Zerena, not vacating her position, was strange since she was the queen of your father, not you. The seat next to you was supposed to be empty until you marry someone. But yet, there she was, in the position beside you, as if she was supposed to be there.

But tongues wagging couldn't faze you. Zerena was very good at her job, so good that even her detractors couldn't find any flaw with her work and instead have to contend with the scandal the two of you are involved in.

As for the scandal, she was correct in her prediction. Among the heavy responsibilities that you have, and the time you spent in her bedroom, you didn't really have time to go look at a potential wife. She also predicted correctly that you would end up siring a lovechild in her.

"Remember what I said about you marrying?" she says to you after the haze brought about your mutual releases subsided.

"Yeah?"

"I know what I said, but now things have changed. Wouldn't you reconsider marrying?"

"Why?"

"You need to have a proper wife, and with her, the proper heirs,"

"How about you?"

Zereena rubbed the small bulge on her belly fondly. "I'm just the woman with whom you sowed your wild oats, and when a man lay with a woman, this is a natural result of that."