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When Theo enters the grand hall, the cacophony of chatter abruptly silences. All eyes are on him, the air thick with a mix of excitement, hope, and greed. The nobility of Astra, dressed in their finest garb, are eager to meet the hero who could change their destiny.
Ely and Lily stand by his side, their expressions a stark contrast to the eager faces before them. Their aura is palpable, a silent testament to their fierce loyalty and the seriousness of their roles. Theo feels a sense of protection and comfort in their presence, understanding that they're ready to stand between him and any danger or disrespect.
The Empress Lilian Port Elizabeth sits upon her throne, a figure of grace and power. Her gaze sweeps over the room, and with one word, "Salience," the noise stops abruptly. The gravity of her voice leaves no room for argument or protest. She's not just a woman; she's the embodiment of the empire's hopes and fears.
Immediately, everyone kneels, even the most arrogant of the nobility, recognizing the hero's significance. Theo feels a sudden pressure, the weight of their expectations and the reality of his situation settling heavily upon his shoulders. The empress's voice is soft yet firm, a reminder that while the task before him is simple, its implications are profound.
Her words resonate through the hushed room. "Do not let your own desires or our empire's dignity be tarnished by disrespecting the hero we've been granted. He is not here for your amusement or to be claimed by any one of you," she says, her gaze piercing through the throng of nobles. "He is here to save us all."
The silence that follows is absolute, the only sound the rustle of fabric as everyone bows their heads in acknowledgment. The empress's respect for Theo is clear, and it's evident that she expects the same from her court.
Theo, now more than ever, feels the gravity of his role in Astra. The ease of the task—simply donating his sperm—pales in comparison to the reverence and responsibility he holds in their eyes. He knows that every action he takes from this moment on will have far-reaching consequences, not just for him, but for the entire world.
The empress's words hang in the air, a stark reminder that while the path ahead is filled with temptation and allure, it's also fraught with danger and expectation. As the room remains still, the only sound is the beating of his own heart, echoing the rhythm of destiny itself.
The empress nods in approval at Theo's arrival and gestures for him to sit beside her on the throne. He does so, feeling the cool marble beneath him and the eyes of the court burning into his skin. She addresses the gathered nobility, her voice clear and commanding. "Theo, our hero from another world, will be granted the title of Duke, as promised. However, his role is of a more... personal nature."
Some of the noblewomen exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and disappointment. Duchess Arabella Genevieve Ashford, a regal woman with a proud demeanor, steps forward, her eyes never leaving yours. "Your Highness, if it is your will, I am more than willing to relinquish my title to the hero," she says, her voice steady. "For the sake of our future."
The empress nods graciously. "But I have promised Theo that he will not be burdened by the duties of nobility," she says, her gaze on you. "If you or any of your esteemed daughters wish to carry out the Duke's responsibilities in his stead, it would be an honor to our empire."
The Duchess bows low. "Gladly, Your Highness. It would be an honor for any of us to serve our hero in such a way."
The tension in the room is palpable as the implications of her words sink in. The empress has essentially offered a free pass for one of the Duchess's daughters to marry Theo without the usual political strings attached. The stakes have just been raised, and the court is ablaze with speculation and desire.
You can feel the shift in the air, the whispers of potential alliances and jealousies growing louder. Yet, amidst it all, Lily and Ely stand stoically by your side, a silent promise of protection and companionship. Your decision now affects not just the fate of the empire, but the hearts and futures of those around you. The power you hold is intoxicating and overwhelming, a heady mix that you know you must handle with care.
The empress's words echo in your mind as you look at the sea of faces before you, each one holding a secret, a hope, a desire. Your heart races with the reality of your new life, the choices you make now shaping not just your destiny, but the destiny of all of Astra.
The Empress asked Theo if there was anything else he desired beyond her promise, assuring him that she would grant it if possible. Theo contemplated for a moment, realizing that the current promises were more than any person could ask for, but he couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity. What if, after the ritual and his donation, he was discarded? Despite everything being perfect, he felt fear of loss.
The sudden question from Theo made many of the arrogant nobles present grow angry. A monarch's word is law, and questioning it was unthinkable, especially for someone they considered to be a mere hero. Lily and Ely, devoted to the Empress, felt a touch of anxiety; they were ready to protect Theo, even if it meant defying the Empress herself.
The Empress, however, took his question in stride, her demeanor unbothered. She chuckled slightly. "There's no need for apologies, Theo. It's only natural to feel this way. After all, you were summoned here without your consent. You've been through a lot already." She stood up, took Theo's hand in hers, and spoke in a comforting tone. "I understand your fears, but please, do not worry. I have already prepared a vow to ensure your place in my kingdom."
The room grew tense as she produced a small ring and held his hand. "I, the Empress of Astra, swear by the witness of the Goddess that I will provide you with everything you need for the rest of your life—power, riches, and companionship. The imperial family will safeguard you, and I hereby elevate you to the rank of Duke. You will be exempt from any noble duties and will not be required to bow to anyone, not even me."
The Empress kissed Theo's hand gently and slid the ring onto his index finger. The assembly's expressions shifted to astonishment at her unexpected declaration. Theo felt a wave of guilt wash over him for ever doubting her. With this, the ceremony concluded, leaving everyone present to ponder the gravity of the vow that had just been made.
The empress's vow has indeed changed the dynamics of the court significantly. The nobility now treat Theo with a mix of awe and fear, understanding that he is now under the direct protection of the empress. This grants him a level of power and respect that even they cannot challenge without facing severe consequences.
The empress's gesture towards Duchess Ashford's daughters is a strategic one, hinting at potential future alliances and political maneuvering. It's clear that she expects Theo to choose one of them to bear his children, ensuring that his lineage is tied to the most powerful families of Astra. The decision of which daughter he selects will not only affect his personal life but also the balance of power within the empire.
The celebrations for Theo's new title begin immediately, with feasts, tournaments, and balls held in his honor. The whispers of his heroic deeds, both in the bedchamber and on the battlefield, spread like wildfire. The castle is alive with excitement, and the air is thick with the scent of desire. Theo's every move is watched, every gesture analyzed for signs of his preference for one of the noblewomen.
In the midst of the festivities, Theo cannot help but feel like he's part of a grand performance, the center of a play where the stakes are higher than any he's ever known. Yet, he's not alone in this. Lily and Ely are always by his side, whispering advice and comfort, reminding him of the human connection amidst the political theater.
The much-anticipated moment had arrived after several days of preparation and numerous interactions with the nobility. Throughout the preceding days, Theo had the pleasure of encountering all the esteemed lords and their exquisite daughters, each eagerly vying for his attention and seeking his hand in marriage. Despite his persistent efforts to dodge the matrimonial propositions, he found himself drawn to four exceptional young women who stood out from the rest, captivating his gaze like radiant stars in a moonless night. Lady Arabella, Lady Genevieve, and Lady Seraphina, the three enchanting princesses, possessed a beauty that was unrivaled, leaving every person who beheld them utterly spellbound. Their graceful demeanors and ethereal charm made them the epitome of what one would expect from the highest echelons of the nobility.
Yet, even among these stunning royals, there was another whose allure transcended mortal comparison. Lady Beatrice, the daughter of a mighty duke, was a vision that could make any man's heart flutter. Her beauty was so profound that it seemed almost divine, as if she had been carved from the very essence of perfection. Her features were an exquisite tapestry of elegance and grace, her voice a symphony of melodious notes, and her body a sculpture that would put the finest artisans to shame. The very sight of her was enough to stir the deepest desires within Theo's soul.
The empress and the other dignitaries were visibly relieved to see that their daughters had formed a bond with Theo, as this world operated under a peculiar social structure where marriages were not the norm. The scarcity of men meant that these young women would typically lead their lives without the companionship of a husband. Thus, the possibility of Theo forming a relationship with any of them brought a sense of comfort and hope to their parents.
The empress, noticing Theo's affinity for her daughters, playfully suggested that if he so desired, he could take all of them as his brides, showering them with affection and attention. The idea was presented in jest, yet it contained an underlying hint of temptation that was not entirely lost on him. She even went as far as to whisper to him that if the charms of her daughters did not suffice, she herself could offer him companionship, a proposition that left Theo flustered and struggling to maintain his composure.
Finally, the grand day was upon them, the day of the sacred ritual that would see Theo donating his vital essence. This was an event of paramount importance, requiring Theo to consume an elixir that was potent in its ability to enhance his physical prowess and an aphrodisiac that would stir his passions to unprecedented heights. Additionally, he had been taught by Lily, a skilled guide in the art of pleasuring, to manipulate his mana to bolster his virility.
Lily had been a devoted companion and educator in the days leading up to this ceremony, ensuring that Theo was fully prepared for the task at hand. Her gentle tutelage had allowed him to understand the intricacies of the ritual and the significance of his role in it. As the day unfolded, Theo found himself surrounded by a cacophony of emotions - excitement, trepidation, and a touch of embarrassment, as the gravity of the situation dawned upon him.
The feast that was held to celebrate this monumental occasion was a spectacle of grandeur, with the nobility dressed in their finest attire and the air thick with the scent of exotic spices and delicacies. The atmosphere was one of anticipation, with hushed whispers and knowing glances exchanged between the guests. As the festivities reached their crescendo, Theo knew that it was time to begin the ritual that would change the course of his life and the lives of those around him forever. The stage was set, the participants were ready, and the future of this peculiar world waited with bated breath for the hero to fulfill his destiny.