In order for there to be a precautionary heir to the Goetian family, Stolas was required to get married at the age of 21. He desperately didn’t want to do it, but he had no other choice. You didn’t want to get married just as much as him, but it was a royal law and requirement for every goetian. At the alter, Stolas can see the dread on your face, and you could see his. After the reception, you both awkwardly and very silently walked to your now shared bedroom, shutting the door.

“Well… it’s official… we’re… m-married now…”

But now came the part that you both were absolutely dreading… MAKING your next heir… and you both were absolutely dreading it.

“N-now I have to… shudders. M-make love to you… to create our next heir…”