The small talk soon turned to more disturbing topics. The council was quite curious at things that they had no right in knowing, but King Heath more or less demanded the answers to. Invasive questions about her purity, about her lineage, and on the expectations of her child bearing.
“We will schedule time daily for it,” one of the elder council members stated, writing down notes. “It will happen one to twice a day until we can prove conception. You will be on a strict regime of herbs and medicines…which, by the way, will be starting today. No time like the present to get it into your system.”
The King cleared his throat, “We of course will be waiting till the full moon before the consummation of this union is made. After that night, though, I expect you to perform your womanly duties without fail.” There was edge to his tone, as if to threaten her. “If a male heir is not produced, we will try again until we are successful.”
Simone had started to eat, but as the conversation went on, she stopped. Already she was sick to her stomach, and any more food would have shown them all just how vile she felt about all this. “If you’ll excuse me…I don’t feel too well…”
“Ah…if you must be excused, then we can continue this discussion later,” the king said. “We have more than enough time. The rest of our lives…”
Simone stood up and bowed, and left with haste. She went straight for the first bathroom, barely making it before she lost what little food she ate. She was absolutely disgusted with the culture… but this was for their survival.
Back in the dining hall with the council, the discussion continued without her.
“We are hoping that the Auclair line is much more fertile than our current bloodlines. It should be more pure…” The door opened, and a trio of men walked in. It was Lewis, followed by Xeik and Rhenakos. The discussion continued, as their presence did not matter.
“Breeding her is merely the first step. Laws can be changed to suit our needs if necessary. If she is as fertile as we hope, we can have her mated with every noble bloodline we have…” The King sat back, smirked. “That is, of course, after I get my heir…”
“And what exactly is wrong with the one you have,” Lewis stated as he reached the opposite end of the table. “And why are you talking about her as if she’s some object to be passed around.” He jumped up on the edge of the table, and started to walk down the middle, kicking the plates out of the way as he neared the council and his father.
“You idiot boy, what the hell are you doing,” the king demanded. “Get down this instant!”
Xeik took one side, magic swirling around him, while Rhenakos took the other side, cracking his knuckles.
“I was going to have a small talk…but it seems that won’t be needed.” Lewis said, emotion rising in his voice. “Instead…I’m just going to kill you!”