Well, let me tell this one a story that I have been storing for a long time. ‘Tis quite an embarrassing story to begin with. I have a son, indeed. He was born under my fault. His mother died due to maternal death. Poor thing but I did take care of my illegitimate son. Yes, I do love him up until now. I never let my thoughts get away from him. And I do believe that I’d never miss an attention and a reminder towards my only son. My little bastard, nevertheless, I love him. The culture in Haganopolis is very distinct from other nations who practice monarchism. Though, in general, Haganopolis is a stout ‘Croisian’ patrician state (a merchant republic) - we don’t have to follow the legitimacy of who will rule the demesne. Most of the traditions and the customs like monogamous marriage [where some cultures and ethnicities (both exclaves and majority) are proponents of consort-concubinage - both ways of the gender], the pope who presides over us the faithful as our hierophant, avunculate marriage and primogeniture and high gavelkind successions are still being followed. My son is married to my sister Ç and an aunt to my son. Main rule of thumb, nobilities or higher tend to do these instances (i.e. consanguinity) and others find this practice to be nasty for their own good and too obvious exclusively for the privileged elites of the society.
Cuckold and chauvinist are the definitions of me, per se. I am not definitely lying about that. As of now, ‘were’. It is too good to be true. I am too privileged to attain these materials and honor from my father - Lord Rayl. From the moment I'm born, education might be sucky but well, education it was. Diplomatic focus was so drab. I felt very humdrum. I wished that I took this path, I desired to be a marshal. Martial and magical, an arts of both respectives. I wanted all the glory seen in the tremendous and tempestuous instances of my life. Where glory and prestige are facilitated in a short amount of moments. That was what I thought. Limitless, opulence under my hands… who would have thought I came to this world with a silver spoon on my mouth. Where much wealth comes from my father, which means I can own anything that I desire. Lands. Slaves. And especially, women. As of now, he has a hundred women at his disposal. I wanted to surpass his threshold. If Lord Rayl has all of those things then I'm probably much the same as him - I want more, however. I admit most of my personality and distinct characteristics inherited from my father.
Albeit, I am not totally full human in comparison to him as I got nearly all features from my mother, Allydia - a both half orc and elf, respectively. I respect for what she is. The amount of reminder, mild punishment, and guidance she has done - I took it by heart. While she had the rights to study for her dreams and at the same time, taking care of me. Her effort both to her dedication and raising was insurmountable. Priceless. It's nothing to laugh about. She did her best. To nurture and to shelter me. The name 'Hagan' after my name is magnanimous. Not only from the original home, Inglovia, the personal turf, Haganopolis, but also from other planes. 'Hagan' is a well-respected dynasty - our name itself is the epitaph from within Geböþæð (Ge-bu-thaeth). No wonder why my mother put a lot of sweat and tears into me. Allydia loves me as Geoff loves her back.
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Look at me now, I am exactly the polar definition of my past self. The one whose duties to hone me up was my mother but the one who molds me is Lady Anda. The past is my greatest asset to tell a story to someone. I do hope so. I believe most men would like to be in my place where they could taste the bliss. Ephemeral. But not eternal. They are nothing just an embellishments, they are not worth mentioning when it comes to pure grind and pure thrift works. They are all came from my father's pocket but I thank him for that for the compensation of his negligence to my upbringing's presence. For my whole life, I wanted to outdo my father can. Yet, I found a different calling… a separate voice to swerve me on not pursuing the path.
"Be my diplomat…" the last words she sought for me to join her somehow.
The reason that she enthralled my heart and soul to her. Her words were enchanted and for a while and eventually, she'd manipulate me every move I wished to do. And for the good cause, she has done the best for me thus far. She used me for our own good. For 'our own', the inclusion of the friends and allies she encounters. She hired me for life with the concession for the marriage in hand. Lady Anda is my tenth woman whom I have loved in the past until then. With regards to my mother, Allydia, I would never play her heart similar to Lady Anda's. As for the purported full- and half-, I have met them not even once, neither introduced to us, nor visited us.
As I said: "Joining your ranks is a great honor, Your majesty. Thank you for inviting me, Lady Anda." on an impulse for answering her query.
"Likewise." an affirming tone when she accepted my response to her initial offer.
Now that we've been married for five years - I've been expecting my and Lady Anda's firstborn child. She is carrying a life on her belly as she admitted several weeks prior. It may not be our child, nonetheless, I am happy for Lady Anda's first child. You have bamboozled me, Lady Anda, but I do care not all when you're the one who inducted me to a way I've yet to see before.