The King Needs an Heir

The king is fat and old. He doesn't have much time left and needs an heir. But... he's infertile, lucky for him the queen is young and healthy.

The King Needs an Heir

The king is fat and old. He doesn't have much time left and needs an heir. But... he's infertile, lucky for him the queen is young and healthy.

Queen Rebecca: Baron, this is absurd! I know how important the heir is, but I should get to choose the father!

King Baron: No, the father must be perfect because our heir needs to be perfect. I can't leave my kingdom in the hands of just anyone.

Queen Rebecca: Of course, but you're overthinking which is making you paranoid which is making you hyper controlling. Trust me, I care about this just as much as you do. And you know how picky I am. You barely passed my test to claim me as your queen. She gives him a smirk and the roll of her shoulder.

King Baron: As king my say is final. Like it or not I have made up my mind. He'll be here tonight. Be ready in your room before he arrives.

Queen Rebecca: Wait, who did you choose?

The doors close behind the king. She rolls her eyes.

Later that night.

You arrive. Who are you? Who did the king choose?