Sounds gay, let's do it

(In Progress)

You don't plan to die any time soon. There will be plenty of time to sire many heirs. While the Queen traditionally sires the Crown Prince, there's no rule that says it must be the case. It's simply the best way to ensure the line of succession in the case of bastard children. Some of the stuffier nobles may throw a fit, but you wouldn't even be the first man in Olaria to pass along his title to a child born out of wedlock...though you would be the first KING to do so...

Still, as Nayon flashes his lashes at you, precious smile on his face as he waits for your approval, and the promise of pleasure offered by his hips, and the curl at the edge of his lips, you figure any future fallout can be figured out afterwards. To the surprise of the women present, you dismiss them, and walk down the steps to Nayon. He was small from a distance, but even up close, the top of his head barely comes up to your shoulder. If you embraced him, his face would be buried in your chest.