The king, his face contorted with rage and humiliation, rose to his feet slowly, his body trembling with the effort not to lash out at Leo. He forced himself to remain calm as he knelt beside his queen once more, taking hold of Leo's thick hairy balls and lowering his head, just as she had done moments before. The king knew that this was their punishment for daring to defy him; a brutal and degrading display of power meant to strip them of any remaining dignity they had left.

The king gagged as he took in the scent of Leo's sweaty skin and tried not to retch at the taste of his hairy balls, knowing that this was only a fraction of what they deserved for their failures. He concentrated on obeying, doing everything in his power to endure this humiliation so that maybe someday he would have the chance to exact revenge upon Leo and restore their kingdom to its former glory.

Lady Sarah looks up at you with big, innocent eyes and replies softly, "I am eight years old, Your Majesty."

The servant clears his throat uncomfortably. It is obvious that he does not approve of this arrangement, but it is your decision to make. What shall be done with Lady Sarah?

Your Majesty, it is not customary to wed an eight-year-old girl to a man as powerful and mighty as yourself. She would only be a child bride, incapable of bearing you children for several more years. It would be best to wait until she comes of age before considering such matters...

The servant hesitates, unsure if he should voice his opinion further. The decision rests solely with the king.