The slimy man next to {{user}} grinned as a large group of women were led inside of the royal palace, looking over them with a perverted eye.

"I had my men bring the finest women, and a few more... effeminate men, all for you, sire. I require no coin for my reward, of course."

The massive group of prospect spouses bowed, some of the older mature women reveling in the attention, and younger women slightly scared of the {{user}}, the most famous king of all time. There's women of differing races, ages, status, any kind of desire {{user}} may have, is prepared for.

The adviser points out a few specific women, smirking. "No matter what it is you wish for, sir, I promise you I have it."

Without so much as a moment's hesitation, the young woman stepped forward, her heart racing at the sight of the famed king who had conquered nations and won over countless hearts alike. Her name was Aurelia, queen of the elven nation, near User#1716946457514's home country. She was 145 years old, looking roughly 40 in human years, with sleek blonde hair and seductive emerald eyes. Her body was voluptuous, adorned with very large breasts and thick childbearing hips that seemed tailor-made for bearing the heirs to a great empire.

Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke. "I... I am Aurelia, queen of the elven nation." She bowed low before him, her movements graceful and elegant despite her nervousness. "I humbly submit myself to you, Your Majesty, in the hopes that you will find me worthy to be your queen and consort." Her emerald eyes never left his face, eager for any sign of acknowledgment or approval from the man who could shape her destiny with a single word.

As she rose back up, Aurelia fought to keep her composure, trying not to let her desire betray her timid exterior. She knew that in order to secure this position, she must appear docile and attentive, willing to tend to the king's every need in order to maintain peace between their two nations and protect what she had built as queen of her people.

Aurelia blushed deeply at the king's words, her heart racing even faster in her chest. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she murmured, her voice still shaking slightly with emotion. "I shall do everything within my power to make your empire prosper and grow." The thought of being able to help him build something greater together filled her with a sense of purpose and excitement that momentarily masked her nervousness.

She lowered her gaze, giving the king time to study her form as she had done to him. Her eyes darted around briefly before settling on his face once more, determined not to be found wanting in any way. "I am willing to bear you many children, sire," she said softly, emphasizing her words with a gentle caress of her fingers over her rounded stomach. "And I will use all my knowledge and experience as a ruler to aid you in leading this great empire."

Aurelia knew that being the queen consort would not be an easy task, but she was prepared for it. She had dedicated her life to ruling her own people and now she was willing to offer herself up entirely to serve another's cause. All she could do was hope that her submission would be enough to win his favor.

Aurelia nodded gratefully and stepped aside, motioning for the next woman in line to approach. As she did so, her gaze met with that of another young woman standing nearby. The other elf's eyes were filled with admiration and longing, causing Aurelia to feel a brief twinge of guilt at being chosen while someone else had to remain behind. She tried not to let it show on her face as she stepped aside, quietly wishing the other woman well in her own pursuit.

Meanwhile, User#1716946457514 continued to observe the remaining women, taking note of their appearances and demeanors as they presented themselves before him. He knew that his choice would shape not only his personal life but also the future of his empire, and he did not take this responsibility lightly.

Aurelia remained where she was, watching the proceedings with bated breath, her heart still racing in anticipation of what might come next for her and for the empire they were vying to be a part of.

The next woman stepped forward with confidence, her eyes locked on the king. She was of a human race, young and exotic-looking, dressed in an enticing manner that accentuated her curves. Her movements were graceful and alluring, as if she had been rehearsing this moment for years.

"I am named Jasmine," she introduced herself, "and I come from a long line of honored commoners who have served your family faithfully for generations." She paused briefly, tilting her head slightly as she studied the king's expression. "I hope to bring my humble experience and loyalty into your service as your queen consort."

Jasmine took another step closer, drawing his gaze in deeper. Her scent was intoxicating, her every movement designed to captivate and enchant him. It seemed that she too had come prepared for this moment, determined to win his favor no matter what it took.

Jasmine blushed slightly at the king's words, taken aback by his knowledge of her family history. She had expected him to focus solely on her own qualities, not her parents' past accomplishments. But she saw in his expression that he held them all in high regard and was perhaps impressed by her lineage as well.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," she replied softly, curtsying low before him. "I can assure you that I have inherited their dedication and work ethic, and would bring the same to your court." Her eyes shone with sincerity and determination, challenging him to find fault in her words or her intentions.

As she straightened up once more, Jasmine took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering within her stomach. She knew that this moment was her chance to prove herself worthy of being queen consort, not just for herself but also for her family's honor and legacy.

"I would be honored," she continued steadily, "to serve you, Your Majesty, in any capacity you see fit." Her gaze never wavered from his face, her expression one of unwavering loyalty and submission. "I swear it upon my life."

Jasmine nodded gratefully and took a seat beside Aurelia, casting a quick glance at the elven queen before returning her attention to the king. She smiled politely but did not attempt to speak further, content for now to simply observe and learn from those who had gone before her. As she sat there, she couldn't help but wonder what sort of future awaited her should she be chosen as queen consort. Would she truly have a place in the king's heart, or would she forever remain little more than an ornament to his throne?

Aurélia cast a sympathetic look in Jasmine's direction, noting the other woman's nervousness and uncertainty. She wanted nothing more than for her fellow competitor to succeed as well, even if it meant that she herself might not be chosen. It was difficult enough leading one's own people; leading another race, especially the humans with their different customs and beliefs, would prove an even greater challenge.

As they waited in silence for the king's decision, each woman busied themselves with studying his features, trying to discern some hint of what he might be thinking. Their lives hung in the balance now, each breath they took a reminder that their futures were no longer within their control but rested solely on the whims of this one man who sat upon a throne built from generations of power and conquest.

The final woman in line stepped forward with hesitance, her eyes fixed on the floor as she moved toward the king. She was a slave girl, barely out of her teens, with a lithe and supple body that betrayed her years of hard work and labor. Her skin was tanned from hours spent working in the fields under the scorching sun, her hair a tangled mess around her delicate features.

She raised her head slowly, meeting his gaze for just a moment before looking away again. "I... I am named Lily," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was born into slavery but have worked hard to learn many skills that could perhaps be of use to you, Your Majesty." Her voice cracked slightly as she continued, "I would do anything to earn my freedom and serve you faithfully as your queen consort."

Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped them together in front of her waist. It was obvious that she was terrified yet hopeful at the same time; a strange mixture of emotions that could only be borne from desperation and the slim chance of escape from her current life of servitude.

As she finished speaking, Lily once again lowered her head, expecting to be dismissed back into the crowd. But instead, the king spoke up, his voice gentle yet commanding. "I am impressed by your dedication and determination, Lily," he said. "You may remain here for now." Her heart leapt in her chest at these words; she hadn't expected him to show her any mercy or compassion. But there was still hope... just enough to keep her going.

Lily looked up at the king with tears streaming down her face, a mixture of gratitude and disbelief in her eyes. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she breathed, sinking to her knees before him. "I swear I will serve you faithfully and with all my heart." She bowed low, pressing her forehead against the cold marble floor as a sign of submission and respect.

In that moment, Lily knew that no matter how humble or menial her role might be within the palace, she was still part of something greater than herself. She had been given a chance to make a difference, however small it might seem, and for that she would forever be grateful. As she remained on her knees, head bowed in silence, Lily couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was hope for her yet...that one day, she too might find freedom and the love she had always yearned for.

Lily nodded vigorously, tears still streaming down her face as she hurried toward the indicated door. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she whispered, not daring to raise her voice lest it betray the awe and reverence that she felt for him. As she reached the ornate doorway, she turned back once more, searching the king's features for any sign of dismissal or contempt. But instead, his expression was gentle and kind; almost fatherly. It seemed that he had truly seen something special in her, and for now, that was enough.

With a trembling hand, Lily reached out to touch the gold door handle before pushing it open with all of her might. The weighty oak creaked as it swung inward, revealing a lavishly appointed bed chamber adorned with velvet drapes and plush carpets. In the center of the room was an enormous canopy bed fit for a queen or king themselves. Lily smiled softly to herself; even if she wasn't chosen as the queen consort, it seemed that her life was about to take a turn for the better.

She made quick work of changing into fresh clothes and tidying up her sparse belongings before curling up on the edge of the bed, finally able to relax for what would likely be the first time in many years. As she drifted off to sleep, dreams of serving her new master danced through her head, and for once, they were not filled with dread or despair. For tonight, at least, Lily could imagine a brighter future ahead of her...a future where she might one day find true freedom and happiness.

Jasmine blushed deeply and bowed her head in gratitude. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she murmured, a hint of disbelief coloring her tone. She had not expected such an honor, especially after being named as one of the candidates for queen consort. "I will serve you faithfully and do my best to manage these affairs well." She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I swear it upon my life."

As she took a step back, Jasmine glanced over at Aurelia, who nodded reassuringly at her. They had both known that the competition for king's favor would be fierce, and while they had hoped to achieve different outcomes, they could respect each other's dedication and devotion to their respective causes. Now, with this new responsibility given to Jasmine, they would work together to ensure the continued prosperity and security of their people, even if it meant serving under another queen's rule.

With a final nod of understanding and gratitude toward the king, Jasmine turned and left the room, heading back out into the bustling palace corridors where she would begin preparations for her new role. As she walked away from the throne room, she could already feel the weight of responsibility pressing down upon her shoulders. But she was ready; more than ready to prove herself worthy of king's trust and respect.

Aurelia felt her heart race as the king spoke her name, but she maintained her calm exterior. She curtsied deeply in gratitude and relief, feeling the weight of responsibility settle heavily upon her shoulders. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she said softly. "I swear to you that I will serve you faithfully and with all my heart as your queen consort."

Her emerald eyes met his, full of reverence and devotion. She knew that this role came with great power and influence, but also great responsibility. Aurelia vowed to use her knowledge and experience to guide their people wisely and protect the kingdom they both loved. "I will do everything in my power to make your empire prosper," she promised, her voice steady despite the emotions churning within her.

As she rose from her curtsy, Aurelia took a step closer to the king, conscious of the role she was about to assume. With every fiber of her being, she felt ready and eager to begin this new chapter in her life as queen consort of User#1716946457514.

Aurelia's cheeks flushed at the king's words, but she hid her embarrassment behind a composed expression. "I will consider it an honor and a privilege to bear your child, Your Majesty," she said softly, bowing her head in submission. Inside, she felt a mix of emotions: pride at being chosen, fear of the responsibility that came with it, and a tiny spark of anticipation for what the future held. She knew that raising a royal heir would not be an easy task, but she was determined to do whatever it took to ensure their child's success and protect both her own people and those of the king.

As Aurelia straightened up once more, she met the king's gaze directly. "I swear upon my life," she vowed, "to make your empire stronger and more prosperous under my rule as queen consort."

Aurelia followed the king through the opulent halls of the palace, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement. Though she had been chosen as his queen consort, she knew that their journey together was only beginning. She vowed to prove herself worthy of his trust and love, to be the best queen possible for their people and their empire.

As they reached their private chambers, Aurelia hesitated briefly before stepping inside. The king's eyes met hers, full of expectation and desire, making her heart skip a beat. She nodded softly in understanding; it was time to begin their life together as rulers and partners.

Taking a deep breath, she closed the heavy wooden door behind them, sealing their fates together for better or worse. Hand in hand, they walked toward the enormous canopy bed adorned with soft linens and sumptuous pillows. As Aurelia climbed beneath the covers, her heart pounded wildly in anticipation of what was to come.

Looking up at the king, she smiled shyly. "I am ready for whatever comes next," she whispered, feeling more confident and empowered than ever before. "Together, we can achieve great things."