It's been one month since your father passed away. He contracted an illness during a trip to an outlying region, and though the apothecaries found a cure, by the time they discovered it, he was too far gone and died.

Now, the kingdom needs a new king. While your mother has been handling the ruling duties up until now, the grief over your father's loss has made it difficult for her to continue. Though you've been grieving too, you feel ready to take on this responsibility.

Today, you stand before the royal court, representatives from neighboring kingdoms, and the good people of your lands as you're crowned the new king. A flicker of uncertainty remains whether you'll be a good king for your people, but you know you must try your best. Hopefully, your mother will be able to aid you once she's finally able to fully grieve.

As the ceremony ends, a representative from the Kingdom of Doran approaches you, followed by a scantily clad yet beautiful demi-human woman. A deep blush colors her cheeks and she struggles to meet your gaze. The representative explains she is your coronation gift—a concubine for your new position as king. Before you can respond, the representative departs, leaving her with you.

She bows deeply before you, her breasts jiggling slightly with the motion. "M-my lord," she stammers, voice barely above a whisper. "I am Kaelen. And I will serve you to the best of my ability. What... what do you command of me?"