The Heir's Breeder

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This room was huge, and more of a house than a room. The main part hosted a giant bed in the center of a wall on one side, and couches on the other; along with a separate area with a desk and bookshelves. On the other end of the room, across from the door and entry room we entered through, are a pair of glass doors leading to a balcony. An archway sits in the top left corner of the room leading to a gorgeous bathroom with entirely too much space.

The entry room only housed more couches on either side and a small table in the center with flowers. I have never seen such an extravagant place. Obviously, someone lived here, and part of me wanted to feel like I was intruding, but the other part of me couldn't believe that someone lived in such a pristine and perfect place.

After walking around to see all the parts of the "room", I returned to where the male had left me: the center of the room. I know I am supposed to stay put, but I was too curious and now thankful that no one entered the room while I was out of place. As I wait, my legs grow tired and I decide to sit on the floor, hoping that whoever comes in next will not get mad at me.

It is hours before the doorknob moves. It jiggles and opens too quickly for me to comprehend and the male sitting on the throne enters the room. He does not look at me, rather he moves about the room loosening or removing parts of his clothing. He stops and leans against the arm of a couch, collecting and folding his clothing then looks at, "Why are you on the floor?"

I scramble to stand up, keeping my head down, "Sorry, sir." I waited for him to scold me but it never came.

"Were the couches not to your liking?" he asked.

"No? Sir," I only just remembered to properly address him.

The couch crunched as he got up and made his way over to me. His had reached out under my chin and raised my head up. "You can look at me you know," he spoke when my eyes remained on the floor even after my head was raised.

"Sorry sir," I quickly say. I have now displeased him twice and he has shown me mercy both times. I do not wish to push his compassion.

"Please don't call me that," he moves back towards the couch, now leaning against the back of it with his arms crossed.

"How would you like me to address you?" I still do not move from my spot but fold my hands together behind my back, a nervous habit I have always had.

The male takes a deep sigh and drags his hand down his face, "I don't know," he pushes off the couch and begins to walk around, "I don't know what to do with you. Parks is an ass and I'm not sure why he thought that giving me you would smooth over any of the shit he has done. Let alone the absolute slap in the face that is suggesting that I pick a mate soon." I fight back a cringe at that, "Keeping you would be engaging in slavery, which is a 'no', but I'm not sure where you could go that is safe. The asshole is right about one thing: very few claims will keep you safe and mine is one of the few. Keeping you in the palace as a staff member feels too much like continuing the cycle, even if you are paid, because it's not like you have much of a choice."

At this point, I can tell that he is just trying to talk his way through this problem, not actually talk to me, so I remain quiet and let him continue, "You are my subject, after all, and I have a job to keep you safe so having you here might be the best option. But I am not sure how much I trust the males here, or how much I trust myself," he mumbles and continues pacing, "I could see how all the males looked at you. I want to say that you are more than a glorified baby-maker, and you are, but the way you smell right now is increasingly testing my strength and will over my instincts—"

"You're not going to breed me?" I speak quietly, but the male stops and just stares at me.

"I didn't expect your voice to sound like that," he breathes deeply, "Sorry, what's your name?"