Creating a legal system is actually rather easy. Arlessa Crystal already knows how the law currently works. She also knows how best to evolve it into something that better serves the people, instead of the nobles.
“So I hear you are pretty desperate to find a husband.” You interject after Princess Tamara of Kalameria finishes kneeling before you. She flinches dramatically but seemingly mostly from naivety than acting.
Sitting in your lap, Evelyn slowly caresses your massive hard-on. You would love to just strip this Princess bare and ride her like the breeding cow she seemingly wants to be. However, you doubt that is actually what she is after… most things are.
“I beg your pardon, King but I am of thirteen generations of royal blood, from thirteen different kingdoms. My blood also has thirteen generations of witchcraft, hermetic practices and traditions.” From next to you Laura giggles at the long monotony of pedigree. They knew Tamara thought it is important. Unfortunate for her, they refused to see it as she did.
Tamara has suggested that you divest yourself of power into three vectors. Each vector is pitched against each other through a charter that outlines a set of rules, procedures, rituals, and principles that everyone agrees to. You have already done some of this. Separating yourself from power seems very alien to your Father’s method of governing. That earns your reluctant acceptance.
“What? Did you expect me to just rush to accept you as my wife?” You ask incredulously standing up careful to let Evelyn slip onto your throne chair. She giggles at Tamara’s naivety. Evelyn understands what is going through her mate and the Princess’s mind.
“What?” Shock and surprise freezes Tamara in place and stalls her mind.
You walk up to and roughly maul and knead Tamara’s pert and firm teenage beautiful breasts. They are more than a handful and very pleasant to handle.
“Or did you expect an actual lengthy period of courtship?” You taunt as you twist Tamara’s nipples causing her to squeal like a pig. Your hands are rather adept at pleasing a woman now, even from being at a cold start like this.
Just your wives are present at the moment though that is probably still humiliating to Tamara.
“i-i-I think… I believe that… wrong place. I believe that I came to the wrong place.” Tamara weakly stutters, and yet she stays right where she is and lets you play with her nipples and breasts through her regal looking corset.
“No. You came to the right place, you just never taught you how the real world works. Why would they? You are what? Seventeenth in line to the throne there?”
“Only Kings are allowed in Kalameria. There are no Queens, I thought…” The weakness in Tamara’s voice is so very pathetic. She still continues to let you play with her firm young teenage milk bags.
Laura and Evelyn already told you privately that they accept Tamara as a wife if you feel the need to rush. Naturally, they would like a longer actually romantic courtship. Maybe that is to make up for your own actions of just claiming them. |