[Regifortis]

Tobias took in the scent of the goat milk soap and...the very first thing he thought of was spring in the forest. Sweet and fresh, and it seemed to soak into his skin. He felt his King's pat him and put some more soap on the side of his body. "They make good stuff, those two." He spied the first page and started reading aloud.

"Persia has treated me well. I had a wonderful time pretending to be a student, seeing how humans teach themselves without the guidance of dragons, let alone the King that secretly protects them. The philosopher - wait, professor, that was the title they gave him - that seemingly took a liking to me might suspect the truth...and I will be glad, if he does. I would happily make an honest man out of him and fill his belly with the very next generation that he hopes to inspire. The art of war sets his eyes sparkling. It seems like a game to him, although I can't be sure how he feels about real violence. Blood on the cold and wet ground is different than blood being spilled in dramatic flair in one's head."

Tobias soaped up his heavy tits and part of his stomach, feeling his mate delicately and soothingly rub soap into the places he couldn't reach anymore. "Yes, he would make a fine husband for a human, but would he make a fine mate for me? Or even just a playmate? I suppose there is only one way to find out. He seems to sculpt his body with focus on his lower body. That could mean something." The King turned the page. "Guessing does not suit me. I will have to seduce him and see how it goes. One way or another, I will happily fulfill his dream of a world guided by a true and wise King. I would have done so much earlier, were it not for my curiosity for why they left the guidance of me and my children in the first place."