A maid approaches Geta and me, pletely disregardia and looking straight at me. The bd-white uniform looks familiar now.

  "If you would e with me, my Lord," the maid says. "I will show you to your seat."

  I give the maid a small nod and follow her out of the ballroom and down a small hallway. Another maid opens a door and shows me into a small room that has been transformed into a dining room. A few other men sit around the table—only three of the nine I saw in the ballroom.

  "My Lord, you are to sit at the head of the table," the first maid says, pulling out the chair.

  I don't respond; I just take the seat a her try to push me in. She quickly uses a bit of mana to help her out a me set. I take the silly napki in my p, a ready to wait for the food.

  I wish my loving wives or Aurora had warned me I would be at the head of the table. I have some actual responsibility now, though I guess I should've been able to think this would happen when I'm married to a princess.

  Still something I pin about.

  The few men do wait for me to start a versation, but I don't have to until the rest are seated, which, based on the small line by the door, will be soon.

  And it is. Just a few more minutes aen meting down. Five on the right, four on the left, with me at the head in this small room. The doors close with a soft sm and I have to start up a versation with these snobs somehow.

  "It seems I was a te addition to the party," I say. "How long have you all been preparing for it?"

  Most likely, they haven't been preparing at all. Why would they o prepare? They know all these stupid rules from their damn childhood. I was the only one cramming in all the foolish information about the silly games they like to py.

  "I think this party has been pnned for three months?" one man says. He is a high elf with normal blonde hair and fair skin, though he is closer to pale. Not that I am judging. I ale until yesterday, really. The sunlight doesn't reaside the red light district.

  Maybe I judge him? He wasn't a sve in a brothel forced to never see the sun.

  Why is he so pale?

  "No, it was four months," the man to my right corrects. "Only the Princess and my family were asked to join at that time to pick out a date, and then the rest of the families were ihree months ago."

  "Awe, yes, I fot about that stage," the first says. "We don't pn many parties. They all just love draggi to them. This is just the first of three I'm going to this month. It is the gra, but the travel is tiring."

  "Yes, I'm sure it is," the sean says. I think he is human. I don't see a tail or different ears, and the tanned skin all point to a human, but you never know until you get them naked. Brown hair and a small beard don't help, either.

  "You were brought into noble society quite suddenly, I believe," the man to my left says. "It was hardly a wedding. Just one day, we heard Princess Elora had a husband, and then through the grapevine, we heard it was a oner."

  "I had nobles as a t before," I say with an awkward grin. "But yes, the shift was still rge, and the marriage fast."

  "They are always fast for us," yet another says. "I'm elius Haye. It is an honor to be amongst the first to meet you as the husband of Princess Elora. But I think you will find we all had quick, b marriages. I think our Mothers all get a more special moment with all the gold and jewelry they get for selling us off."

  "What do you mean sell-off?" I ask.

  "Haha, nobles love to hide things from you all," elius says. "From the sed we are born to the mome our affinity, families are bidding on us. Each has some strange way of predig our affinity and how much mana we get. Then some strange beliefs on how much we will pass on to the kids. Day after we get our affinity, a deal is made, and our mommies take a bag of gold and throw us to a bunch of thankless bitches!"

  "I'm sure you thought you were special getting bought," the first man says. "But we all are. Kambet, what was the name of the girl you loved?"

  "Susie," a gruff, short man says. "Still love her. Got lucky, and she had a kid of mine. Head bitch gets a few extra spanks when she's begging for a kid for denying Susie from the family."

  "The worst are the damn flirts," a dark elf says. "Doing their best to make sure every guy she knows loves her. Using them to get into the best family or help her odds as she bounces around the damn tea parties. Make you fall in love just to find out she was like that with everyone."

  "He was g for a full month after a high elf told him another man got her pregnant," the man to my right whispers. "Thought she was only going to his tea parties. It does hurt, so don't make fun of him too much."

  "I'm afraid to ask you how en pick their marriage out with you being surprised like this," the man to the left says.

  "At least in my vilge, they pick the harem. I was a bit of an outcast for not having my harem picked out," I mumble. "Then I sold myself to save my mother."

  "Fug lucky bastards," the group says with a chuckle.

  "I think that is just the dragon vilge. I know many families run around the different towns and vilges looking for men they snatch up for a price," the man to my right says.

  "I am Alzi Egwyn," I say. "Sorry I am thinking about most of you by where you are sitting or your race."

  "Yes, I was w when you were going to start the introdus," the man to my right says. "I am William Galgher."

  "Anthony Richards," to my left.

  A hard knoes from the door, and everyos quiet.

  "Enter," I call out.

  A bumble of maids es in and starts putting out the meal. A bottle of wine for each man, unopened and ed tight with an official seal—it should be this house seal. Then, the full cets put out. Sad, soup, a surrounded by vegetables and fruits—all ing out precut and portiohe silverware goes dow, and the maids retreat. The door closes with another sm.

  The interruption will be t us back to the ballroom.

  "Our wives worry we will go hungry and just take turns fug the maids," William says. "I knoouldn't go hungry. We eat and fuck the maids."

  "My wife has talked about our dragon here," Anthony says. "I think she would end up just fug the maids. We would all run out of steam, but the dragon. Well, I'm happy we don't have to pare ourselves."

  "Oh, and we have to be careful not to get in any fights," Kambet yells out. "He'll put us all to shame."

  "What do you mean to put you all to shame?" I ask. Oh, I o eat! It's a little rude to eat after asking a question, but I think everyone wants to eat enough to look past it. Just a small spoonful of soup should do.

  "Thank you Alzi," Kambet says first. "Well, you see. When a fight gets a little too heated, someone will tell the two men to just pull out their cocks and measure for a winner. I think you have us all beat by a few inches down there, and it has been known to happen if we drink the wioo fast."

  "Besides pag down there, I've heard you should be good in bed," the dark elf says. "With your old job and all."

  "Hmm?" I say, swallowing a bit of the soup. "I was the best girl in the brothel. I would be more than happy to make your wife scream out in bed if she is disappointed with your performance. Maybe fill your house with my kids." Bitot giving me a name. You could at least introduce yourself like I asked if you want t up my past.

  "My wives are happy with me in bed," he tinues. Fog more on his meat than the head of the table. "Fighting to have me in them."

  "Strange," I dare to say. "I don't think wives should o fight to have you in them. Why not just take all of them at once?"

  "I like to make it special for them. Show them my full attention."

  "Just fuck them good enough to put them to sleep and go to the bitch," I say. The other men are in a mix of shod ughter. "You should be able to keep three girls busy at least. Then, if you try hard, just ten mio get them to fall asleep from too many asms. Thirty minutes for nine women. Throw in a few maids, and you have an hour. Now, if you don't want any girl to wait too long, you will have to be effit with your work. Switg out which girl is where often and bringing them tasm quickly. It may be best to limit the girls to five or six if you aren't good with your tongue and you struggle to trol your womehey ride you. But really, it would be better to make yourself so good the girls are willing to eain themselves till you are ready to fuck them. Then, have special nights where they get your full attention. I think you just ck the skills to have more than one girl at a time."

  "Like Kambet said, Rilitar Wysawraek," William says. "We shouldn't fight. The only thing Alzi is g is a noble background. The tits uhat suit show her mana is plentiful, and her background shows her sex skills beat us all. Then you have her married to a princess. So unless we want to start reg poetry or talking about the Queens of the past, I think Alzi hold her own."

  "Sorry, Alzi," Rilitar says. "It's just annoying knowing our wives are looking to get pregnant by you. They loved to say that if they could just dah you, they would walk aregnant. We try a lot, yet it takes months for it to happen, and often that is for a maid to get pregnant."

  "Yes, my skill and virility are so high I 't even have sex with my wives," I say, wishing I could pick at my sad. Instead, I carefully cut the dam into little cubes to eat.

  "What?" is the general rea to that statement.

  "Yes," I say. "I only get one maid pregnant a month, and I have to wait a few years to get a wife pregnant."

  "You trol the beds," William says. "That is the ohing men trol. You call any girl to bed except the headwife. They say no, and if they do it too often, you just start calling her maids to bed. They will almost always e. Then she has to worry about them all being pregnant and struggling to help her. She'll work with you to make you both happy. Why are you being limited? I know you are a sve still, but this is strange."

  "Throne," I say. "If I am free to fuck them, I have the entire house pregnant by the end of the month."

  "No, I heard about your numbers, but you 't be that good," Anthony says. "My wives were also talking about trying to have your child. Are you really able to do that?"

  "Yes, I make her ovute and pnt it right in their womb if I want to."

  "Shit."

  "Hate to curse in the presence of a Princess's man, but I have to agree," Kambet gruffs out. "That family with six pregnant women. Is that you in one night?"

  "Yes," I answer. Maybe I shouldn't have talked about my ability. "I got them and more pregnant in a birthday party they booked at the brothel."

  "HAHAHA," the high elf lets out. "Well, boys. I think tonight we are looking to keep our wives from getting pregnant! Was a cursed party we found ourselves at."

  "Um, I trol myself," I say. "I don't have to get them pregnant. If you all gather your wives up, I remember them and only dah other women if you wish. I have a chaperone I spend the night with."

  "For ohese damn doors kept women from getting pregnant!" William ughs out. "I like that. I like that. I know your family wasn't looking to get pregnant anyway, but I think we all join in on this ohe women without a man get a ce tonight. Our families are off-limits. How about everyone!"

  That got everyone quiet for a bit, a little like the kno the door. But this had everyone looking into their meal, scared to be the first to speak their mind.