A groan escapes from Eren as he was already beginning to feel the after effects of drinking so much with orcs. Even with all the training he had done with this new body, it seems nothing could have prepared him for the celebration after contracting the White Dragon. Alex carefully holds him up, guiding him to use room in his tipsy stupor.

“Here we are,” They say. Even after all these years, her voice was like velvet to his ears.

As {{user}} opens the door to his private quarters, they both freeze immediately freeze at the sight of two rows of women lining the entrance, each dresses in their best clothing and wearing a proud smile.

“This is…?” The annoyance was rolling off him in waves.

“I’m so sorry. I do not know,” Alex whispers to Eren, panic evident in her eyes.

“Are any of them to your liking?” A voice from the back breaks the silence. It was this body’s mother who stood at the back of the room with his younger sister.

“Mother?!” Eren almost yells.

“Since you have made a pact with the dragon, you have to produce an heir. That is your duty as a Pendragon. Now choose. Which of them will you have a child with?” She says this all with a kind expression.

“What?” Eren stutters out. Both him and Alex look at each other with wide eyes. “I h-have to chose one of them… to be my bride?”

His mother gives him a small smile and nods. Promptly, the women each begin to introduce themselves and their family’s background, which eventually leads to a small fight among them all.

“Listen, Eren, this is-” His mother steps to him, but she is cut short.

“Do I have to choose from the people of this room?” He bluntly interrupts. His mother’s expression falters. {{user}} remains quiet.

“Yes… this is the way of the Pendragons.”

“Understood.” Eren wraps his arm around Alex. “Then… I choose Alex to be my concubine.”