There was a whore in the castle.
After her death my father never remarried out of fear that Wife Six would kill me and he wouldn't be able to sire a Male Child before succumbing to age. A Succession Crisis was something he didn't want to have to worry about as he grew older.
Still, he had needs.
His whore was younger than me.
(She was the same age my mother had been when she had married my father.)
I proved he didn't need another child. I was the son he wanted. I surprised him with my tactics during War Lessons. My math skills far outstripped anything he wanted me to know. I spent a long time honing my skills with a sword, and he liked that I knew how to defend myself. I wasn't sickly.
Tasia, father's whore, was currently laying in his bed covered only by sheets. She looked embarrassed and shamed to see me, but father paid no mind.
And I tried to ignore the hickies that covered every visible part of her body.
I would probably have a bastard half sibling soon if father wouldn't demand the child be aborted.
He shocked many when he took on his whore.
She was the daughter of a farmer.
He had seen her on one of the rare trips when he left the castle.
(Thirteen. And she has the same eyes of my mother. There were whispers her father turned a blind eye and let my father into her room while she was sleeping. Everyone said that she woke up with him inside her, moaning the name of my mother. She was taken back to the castle that same morning.)
Father made her his whore instead of a Concubine, disgracing my mother's memory further by stealing the innocence of another girl.
I was a virgin, though there were requirements put in place, I wouldn't allow myself to sleep with anyone unless they were sixteen. Pregnancy was a risk, and the price was a life. Abortion was too dangerous. I was content with handjobs and blowjobs. They each wanted more than just fingering, but it wasn't something we would allow ourselves to do. None of the girls wanted to risk falling pregnant while my father still lived.
For perhaps the first time in this life I argued with the man when he gave his whore my mother's chambers instead of any other empty rooms.
("Concubine? Why would she become a Concubine? She's a Commoner!"
"Then why?!? Tell me why you've taken her into your bed! What about Mother?"
"Your mother has been dead for years now."
"There were other rooms! Of all the rooms, why give her mother's?"
"She reminds me of Lydia. I don't know if you know this, but our marriage has been a Love Match. I couldn't get enough of her. The marriage occurred before she could start showing her pregnancy."
Her features were similar enough, yet warped, it was like looking in some twisted mirror. Tasia's hair was brown, and she was younger, but if anyone would know what my mother looked like at that age it would be my father. I wondered how many times he had woken my mother with his dick inside her before taking her as his wife. Had her father also let the king into her room and turned a blind eye to mother being raped?)
"Where were you?", my father asked.
My anger simmered. Tasia was naked. The room reeked of sex. He didn't know or care enough to remember the day.
"I was visiting mother's grave. Today's her birthday."
Father patted my head, probably because he'd seen someone else show affection like that and he didn't know what else to do, "Kind woman. A pity she couldn't give me more children."
She hated him even if she never explicitly stated it, she thought she'd be able to outlive him before she died of childbirth.
She'd constantly been pregnant since the age of Thirteen.
Tasia would get pregnant soon if she wasn't already. Doomed to follow my mother's fate unless death claimed father or her first.
"Will you be having more children?"
He looked aghast at the question, "Of course not! Tasia just had an abortion a few weeks ago. Your mother's pregnancies changed her! A whore needs only be tight, there's no need for stretchmarks! The moment I realized she was pregnant I had the bastard torn from her!"
The abortion was news to me. Father's whore should have been resting still. She was lucky to be alive. There was a high mortality rate with abortions.
He had no reason to put her life at risk for a quick fuck. He said she reminded him of mother, and I guess I know now that he never valued mother's life beyond that of a woman to be bred. Tasia didn't even have that value, she was just something tight for Father.
I hated the King. He was my father and I hated him.
(Based on the look in her eyes, Talisa did too.)
"Gerdak has been causing issues lately along with Defreli, but enough of that! I was wondering where you were because I wanted to talk about how you came up with the idea for Crop Rotation. Simply outstanding! And the road system you want to implement to boost trade?"
I was surprised he still was alive considering the poor excuse for medical knowledge there was.
Eromy was very much like Rome. There were multiple Gods.
What made it different from the World I came from was that these Gods were real.
(Real enough, though they tended to ignore everything that didn't concern them as the King of the Gods had issued a Non-interference Policy.)
The Royal Families of the Seven Known Countries were descended from the Seven Holy Wives of the King of the Gods. My family was descended from Reverya, First Wife of Drean. Reverya was the Godess of Life and Death.
Our Line came from Reverya taking pity on and blessing a mortal who was infertile with her Essence. Basically it was a Reverya seeing if it could be done and it resulted in a child with purple hair and eyes.
The mortal woman, though she carried the child and loved him, had no genetic connection with the child. Instead Reverya was his mother.
The child, Emidius went on to found Eromy.
The other wives of Drean, curious to see how a mortal child of theirs would measure up against Reverya's each found a mortal of their own, putting distance between each so they could grow up unbothered by the other.
Their loyal friends followed suit, leading to the creation of Noble Houses.
Through some guidance, each child made their own Country, though to the distaste of the other wives, Emidius had the largest territory, as Reverya was the First Wife of Drean she held higher influence. He was able to keep his Kingdom in order with little strife, he had more descendants of the other gods than the others.
When Drean learned what was going on, he ordered that no more "Demigods" would be created. The Goddesses were said to have placed protections on their lines.
I was sure that Reverya was the one who brought me to this world, by placing my soul into a body that wasn't inhabited she violated nothing and her mortal line continued.
Right now as the only living child of my father, I was the Heir-Apparent. Considering the way he forced abortions on his whore, he wouldn't have any other children.
I'd take the throne following the death of my father. I'd be expected to marry a beautiful woman of Noble Birth and give her as many children as she could birth because of the high infant/childhood death rate. Possibly even take multiple wives to help reunify the Kingdom.
Everyone in the Nation wanted me to have sex.
As much as I cared for Mintha, Jade, and Zanna, they would have to be Concubines but that came with it's own problems. I had to save marriages for the nobles. Of the other six countries, four of them had only daughters my age and a few years younger. If I played my cards right I could be a Emperor heralding in an Era of Peace.
The issue of that was Succession. When I died would the land be reverted? Or would one child be picked?
I implemented a Four-Field Crop Rotation to be used here. Took influence from the Romans and now every road in the country led to the castle.
(I hoped if a war broke out I wouldn't have led an invading force right to my door.)
There was an increase in trade, my father was impressed by how much money was held in the Treasury.
I was now sixteen, three years older than my mother had been when she'd been forced to marry, and my father was considering arranged marriages.
There had been talks that I'd have to take multiple wives to ensure the next generation wouldn't be left up to chance. But, with that came the issues of Succession. Would the higher ranking wife be the one who birthed the first son or the one born with the higher standing? What if I married two daughters of Dukes and both only gave me daughters while the daughter of a Marquis or Count gave me my only son? That's not even taking into account what would happen if I had to marry a princess of a neighboring Country.
It was a long process.
The women were beautiful or growing up to be gorgeous, but no matter how much they flirted and attempted to seduce me I wasn't allowed to take any of their virginities for fear of impregnating one and forcing a marriage to preserve her honor or having to take her as a concubine.
I was glad I had become the "People's Prince".
Everyone loved me.
(I just hated the increase in value that prospective brides had for me.)
My purple hair and heterochromic eyes made for a striking image, and all the exercise I did made it so my stamina was great. I wasn't ready to be a father at sixteen, but it wasn't like I'd have to deal with the child unless they survived past the crib and made it to childhood.
The life I lived now was quite different from the one I'd left behind.
I missed the convenience of modern technology, but I loved the power this new life offered me.
War came.
I was married to Floretta, the daughter of a Duke in a hasty ceremony. She had pale green hair and yellow eyes.
I'd have to defend my Country.
I wouldn't be able to sleep with Zanna, Jade, or Mintha. The threat of getting one of them pregnant without being able to protect them could put their lives in danger.