Dorago and you sat together in the quiet of the private chamber, the atmosphere between you tense and heavy with the weight of the decision that had to be made. Dorago's voice was steady and controlled as he looked at you, his eyes holding a mix of sadness and determination.

"The royal family insists that you bear a child, an heir to the throne," he began. "But you also know of my... infertility. And I.." he stopped his sentence, he looked at you deeply.

"I will take drastic measures. I will ask my closest and most trusted aide, to impregnate you."