01-23-2017, 04:21 AM
The king looked at the peasant who had requested a meeting with them. It had been months since the last request on this specific purpose. However humiliating, the king had to release notices on asking for a cure for his infertility. Years of searching had rendered him still childless, no matter how many secret formula or surrogates he had slept with. Recently, even those outrageous suggestions had died out, and the king was in even deeper melancholy and more withdrawn on state matters.
The king, with his head resting on his palm, looked at the young man and asked, "Emmet? So what are you offering? A secret recipe? Tips on conceving? Aprhodisiac that would boost conception?" He looked at the man, shabby looking man with mild curiosity, not at all addressing his queen's question. He had been used to Flora's behavior after 15 years of marriage now, and had built up a habit of containing his co-ruler with grace. They had married young, though it was soon after that they lost passion in each other. Their relationship further strained when he was diagnosed by the royal physician to be having difficulty reproducing, and the introduction of surrogates ("more fertile women than you, Queen Flora". He could still remember the face of his queen when the physician introduced the blushing women in line) only made matters worse.
The king, with his head resting on his palm, looked at the young man and asked, "Emmet? So what are you offering? A secret recipe? Tips on conceving? Aprhodisiac that would boost conception?" He looked at the man, shabby looking man with mild curiosity, not at all addressing his queen's question. He had been used to Flora's behavior after 15 years of marriage now, and had built up a habit of containing his co-ruler with grace. They had married young, though it was soon after that they lost passion in each other. Their relationship further strained when he was diagnosed by the royal physician to be having difficulty reproducing, and the introduction of surrogates ("more fertile women than you, Queen Flora". He could still remember the face of his queen when the physician introduced the blushing women in line) only made matters worse.