User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Kikimora ArmInAss

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With a sad smile I return her embrace. There are a few options I can think of. The first, and perhaps most selfish, would be to run away with my dear love, but as I have no younger brothers, that would leave the kingdom with no heir, and undoubtedly cause suffering across the land. The second is that I play the good son and choose one of the women, and abandon my oldest friend.

The third option is to marry the woman who would have the least jealousy of my friend, and may even be open to loving her as well. As I tell her these options, her tears stop, her sobbing quiet's and her breathing slows.

"You... you'd do that for me?" She asks, pulling back to look me in the eye. Of course. When I was nobody to everyone else, even my own parents, she made me feel like I was somebody. Like I was real, more than just a part of the background. I would do anything for her, just as she'd do for me.

"O-okay. How... how are you going to pick then?" I give her a sly smile. I'm not. She is. Her eyes go wide at this, and she starts stammering something. I don't know what it was, because I silence her with a kiss.

The next day I walk down with my companion behind me. My father gives her a glare, and I give him one, his face turning from harsh to shocked. Looking over the girls again, I give each a soft smile, before giving my decision. I can't decide, so I'll let the one person who knows me better than anyone else do it for me. Each woman is to take an interview with my attendant, and she will give me the name of who she thinks is most suitable.

Some of the women look at me and my partner with utter disbelief, shouting before they leave. Others look curious and some even appear eager to prove themselves. My father gives me a long look, opens his mouth to speak, sighs, then agrees. I hear him mutter something about my brother, but pay it no mind.

Throughout the day I go through training that had been neglected when I was merely second in line, while my attendant does her interviews. As dinner is being served the last interview is finished, and all of the women are invited to eat. My attendant walks up behind me and bows to whisper in my ear.

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I have made the decision. The dark skinned brunette with green eyes, her name is Calendula Verise. She would be our best match." With a smile I thank her for her help. I stand to make a toast, saying that my attendant has come to a decision. All the assembled girls rise, eager to hear their name.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I look over them all, before settling my eyes on the ebon lady. Calendula Verise will be my bride, my wife, and my queen. Some of the girls don't even wait to hear me finish before leaving in an angry huff, others sit with downcast faces, and one or two simply nod and enjoy the toast. I invite my bride-to-be to sit next to me, as she will from this day onward be by my side, and me by hers.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She does so with a shy smile and a faint blush, hard to see on her dark skin. We finish dinner, my father clearly relaxed now that a decision is made, and I take Calendula and my attendant to my room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"If I may, my lord?" The girl asks, looking for permission to ask a question. With a warm smile I tell her to call me by my name, and to simply speak as she wants. She nods, giving a slight curtsey, before asking. "Why was I chosen?" I look at my attendant, who gives a happy smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You are quiet, shy around others, but as we spoke you opened up willingly. You spoke the truth, and after a time weren't afraid to say something that may have been considered a wrong answer. You will be as kind and honest to my friend as you will to the kingdom." She gave the kikimora a look, her brow creasing, then smoothing with a chuckle.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I suppose 'friend' is too light a word for you two?" I nod. If what she has said is true, then we will not keep secret's from one another. I do love my attendant, and will continue to do so. I simply hope that she understands that, and that we can come to love each other as well. She looks away for a moment, before looking up at me through her hair, a smile on her lips.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I... I think I'd like that." She looks at my attendant again, and takes her hand. "I suppose I should thank you." She gives her a quick kiss on the cheek, giggling as she pulls away. "I always wanted to do that." My maid is standing there, slightly stunned, and I'm struggling to keep my hands to myself.

<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't take them that night, but after the wedding the three of us share a night of sheer passion. My wife gives birth to two sons and a daughter during our reign. I make sure to treat them all as equals, knowing how it is to be ignored. My maid gives birth to a daughter as well, who is raised alongside my other children. My human wife eventually becomes a succubus, but by that point it matter's little, as we have two son's to take the throne.