My choice of how to act is taken out of my hands within a few weeks of my birth.
(The servants gossip when they think that no one else can hear what they're saying.)
I'm not the first child that my dear father the king has had, and if he has his way I won't be the last. My mother is the fifth wife of my father. The first three died young. Wife One had a fever that never went away (I suspect poisoning or poor medical care). Wife Two threw herself off the tower after losing her son in the crib. Wife Three caught a cough that never went away and choked on her own blood (I suspect poisoning here as well, but the jury is still out on poor fucking medical care).
Wife Four was married to my father for fifteen years. She, after the suspicious death of her twin sons who "fell" down two separate flights of stairs on other sides of the castle at the same time, murdered every single one of my father's children from his previous marriages. After she ensured each one was dead, because in her mind at least two of the seven had to be responsible for the death of her children, she gladly walked to her Execution on Charges of Treason with a smile on her face and her hands still dripping with blood.
I'm not sure how she managed to kill the older ones, but I do know they never married on her suggestions to my father. She had been cleaning house to make sure none of the older males or daughters would sire legitimate children and push her own sons further down the line of succession.
Because of her actions my father had needed an heir with his advancing age, and my mother, thirteen at the time, had been wed to my father who was already in his fifties.
Against the wishes of the Court Physician, my father had impregnated her right away.
She had a stillborn son at fourteen and nearly died, and each pregnancy after that resulted in miscarriages, stillborns, and infant deaths.
The servants wondered if I'd also die in the crib like my two older brothers and three sisters.
"Lady Lydia is getting older, she'll be celebrating her twenty-sixth birthday soon. I heard the King is thinking of taking on a Concubine if he doesn't have a living child by this time next year."
"Little Lord Lorcan is such a docile baby. Probably the most well behaved I've ever seen in these walls. Poor Lady Lydia is already laying on her back again to conceive another child for the King."
"Poor Lady Lydia?" the other servant scoffed, "She acts so high and mighty when she's nothing more than a whore with a pedigree. It's no wonder the chefs spit in her food."
"She's kinder than the last wives."
"Is that supposed to be an improvement? That women is terrible and I'll gladly celebrate when she and her husband depart from this world."
"Prince Lorcan might be better than anyone else."
"Prince Lorcan will probably end up just as hated as his parents, I wouldn't be surprised if someone killed him before he took the throne. That's how more than a few of his older brothers died. Prince Timothy was stabbed after raping a poor Common Girl. Prince Jackson was poisoned after killing the chef's daughter whom he had sired a bastard on to, he died sick on both ends. Prince Walter and Prince Thomas both died in two separate hunting accidents after taking liberties. These royals don't care about us. The King would have raped any one of the maids for a child to pass off as legitimate if he wasn't so disgusted by us."
I knew I'd have to be loved by the People to not be killed by them. I'd have to show that I'd be a competent leader and not kill anyone. I wouldn't be able to take liberties without risking being killed. And any bastards couldn't be killed. It seemed like an alright thing.
Yeah, I had sex with old students of mine under dubious consent, but it was consent and if they were really serious about their grades they'd spread their legs and either get on my lap or lean over the desk in my office.
The difference between here and there was I had to make sure I wore a condom each time to lessen the chances of a pregnancy. If an old student ended up pregnant then DNA testing would have proved that I had fucked her at one point. I doubted condoms were a thing here since my father had nineteen children before marrying my mother. This meant I'd be able to finish inside someone without anything. I'd only had one girlfriend who let me cum in her, and sadly, she died in a house fire.
She was the best girlfriend I'd ever had. A bit of an exhibitionist, and she rarely wore underwear to give me easier access.
I'd finger her in the car on the way to college when we were both undergrads or fuck her against a tree in a park.
I had loved how pretty she was with my cum leaking from her. Sometimes it'd drop down her legs and she'd look me dead in the eyes and moan after scooping it up and using it to finger herself before licking her fingers clean.
No one would ever top Delia.
I'd worry about pregnancies if they happened, but from what I gathered there wouldn't be anything I'd have to do if I did sire a bastard.
(Of course I'd financially take care of the kid though.)
The point was as long as I could be a Prince of the People and not be a complete asshole, I'd live.
It shouldn't be too hard. From what I'd gathered, I could sleep with whoever I wanted as long as she was a Commoner and consented. It got tricky with nobles because of the possibility of myself having an arranged marriage. Siring bastards with a noble woman would lead to consequences, but nothing would happen if I fucked a baby into a maid as long as I didn't kill either one of them.
I didn't have any System magically appear like in the fanfictions I'd read. I just had to live.
Improving my kingdom would be the priority, but there was nothing saying I couldn't sate my lust after I hit puberty.