open: m - king’s top knight, king’s advisor, king’s trusted friend, king’s right hand, etc.
muse: allie
based: my muse was recently married off to the King and he’s been trying to get her pregnant with his heit. But there’s been no luck and time is ticking. She is afraid if she doesn’t give him an heit soon that he will replace her as easily as he got her. In desperation, my muse asks yours for their help.
Allison had spent the last thirty minutes in her private washroom trying to quietly rehearse what she would say to him once they were face to face, but nothing seemed right. What exactly was right about this situation though? After managing to somehow grasp enough courage she descended from her and the King’s chambers to the other man’s sleeping quarters. She carried a candle, one hand cupped to keep the flame lit as her feet padded down the empty walkway. Knocking gently on the other man’s door, worrying her lower lip, shifting her weight from side to side as she waited for the door to open. “Uh, hello..” she greeted, all her preparation leaving her once she saw their face. “I know it’s late but, may I come in?” She asked, moving to take a couple steps inside.
“Obviously you know the King has expected an heir by now...” she started, moving to set the candle down on the mantle of the fireplace before turning to face him. God, this was probably the most embarrassing and demeaning thing she’d ever faced, but he was closer to her age and had always been kind to her. And it wasn’t like there was anyone else available she could ask. “Well, his efforts haven’t exactly been taking and,” she swallowed, running a hand through her long dark locks that she was only ever allowed to wear down at night. “And I’m afraid if they don’t soon he’s going to...dispose of me.”