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hybrid_prince) wrote2023-05-27 09:35 am
hybrid_prince) wrote2023-05-27 09:35 am
Welcome To The Fold
"We do it so they feel hope for the power their people can attain."
That was what Emperor Dorrek had been told when he was a teenaged prince and found himself expected to take the first member of his imperial harem. One person of each people of the empire, on the idea that some day he would choose his consort from among them, would sire a child and heir upon them. It was his duty, and the people's they ruled would know they were close to power through the subject who might one day rule next to him.
The problem with it all was that Dorrek found the whole thing repugnant. Most of those given to his 'imperial consorts' were women, which was a problem for him. Which made every instance of these moments in the court tiring. Here he sat, upon his throne, awaiting the presentation of the newest offerings for his harem. He would have to choose one to take into his family, someone he would no doubt eventually send back to the others, trying not to feel disgusted by the whole process.
"You are before his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Dorrek-Vell. Kneel before his splendor and know you are close to greatness," his herald calls out to the assembled and Dorrek tried not to yawn.
That was what Emperor Dorrek had been told when he was a teenaged prince and found himself expected to take the first member of his imperial harem. One person of each people of the empire, on the idea that some day he would choose his consort from among them, would sire a child and heir upon them. It was his duty, and the people's they ruled would know they were close to power through the subject who might one day rule next to him.
The problem with it all was that Dorrek found the whole thing repugnant. Most of those given to his 'imperial consorts' were women, which was a problem for him. Which made every instance of these moments in the court tiring. Here he sat, upon his throne, awaiting the presentation of the newest offerings for his harem. He would have to choose one to take into his family, someone he would no doubt eventually send back to the others, trying not to feel disgusted by the whole process.
"You are before his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Dorrek-Vell. Kneel before his splendor and know you are close to greatness," his herald calls out to the assembled and Dorrek tried not to yawn.
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An emperor with his consort? Tighnari would be lucky if he was ever seen by a non-servant again.
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Tighnari just laughs and relaxes further, comfortable and warm in his arms wherever the other might take him.
"You were not so eager to accept me earlier."
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And there it is, he carries the man into the bathroom and carries him to the edge of a huge, beautiful, and very deep tub.
"Is a soak acceptable?"
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“Very.” He nuzzles the other affectionately, his tail swaying.
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Tighnari relaxes and watches as the other turns the water on. “You’re really handsome.”