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Emmett raised an eyebrow. "Here I thought that a king must simply acknowledge an heir for them to be considered legitimate. But, as I said, I'm no nobility. I can't say I understand the inner-workings of courtly politics. As for where I come from, the answer to that could really only be 'nowhere'. My home town was destroyed over a decade ago. I've just been wandering and living off the land ever since. I have no home. But your majesty, I think I was rather clear on my offer, though. I hit every point that I needed to. I told you everything relevant to my ability to carry for you. What more is there for me to tell you, your highness?"

Emmett's eyes fell to King Armand's crotch, soaking in the king's generous masculinity. Suddenly, perhaps because of the hormones in his body or because he might have gone overboard with making himself as fertile as possible, Emmett was painfully aware of the fact that he wasn't pregnant. Suddenly he just felt empty, and the king's manhood looked wonderfully filling. The perfect thing to solve that feeling. Emmett looked back up to Armand. "I promise you, I can carry your children." Emmett put a hand over his stomach, a part of his mind swearing that his womb was screaming at him to put it to work. "As a matter of fact, I'm ovulating right now."