More Marriage Preparations

Mac sat in his office, once again looking over the reports on his desk. Luckily no sightings of inter-dimensional monsters, at least. Most of the reports were of the mundane variety, although he was concerned about some of the bandit activity in the south of the country. They had apparently been bolder lately with more and more caravans getting attacked. We'll need to do something about that soon.

A knock came at the door, and Marie entered, carrying a stack of papers, and dropping them off in two piles.

“What's this?” Mac asked curiously, grabbing the larger stack.

“Maid release requests. Several of them met suitors at your weddings and have requested to be released to their families in preparations for their own weddings. Fairly common occurrence after royal weddings, especially a large one like your and Melissandra's,” Marie explained, turning into her teacher mode for a moment.

“I mean, I don't see why we wouldn't, right?” Mac asked, setting them down in front of him.

Marie nodded, “Normally it's best to accept, unless we would be dangerously low on staff, and even then it would just be temporary until we find replacements. The only other reason would be if you had taken an interest in them yourself.”

“Well, no need to worry about that,” Mac said, starting to sign.

Marie looked over her glasses at him for a moment, “Well, you did marry one and are engaged to a second.”

Mac's hand stopped signing for a moment, before continuing, “I've got enough for now.”

“Of course, sire,” Marie replied, dropping into a more formal tone and pushing her glasses up.

After signing those, he grabbed the other stack, which actually only consisted of two papers. “What are these then?”

“Marriage offers. Not for you,” Marie added quickly, seeing Mac was about to object, “for your retainer, Captain La Hire.”

“Oh! Good for him, who's he...” he stopped as he read the name. Fiona, his own fiance Felicia's younger sister. “Well, that's interesting. I guess they must have met around the palace?”

Marie nodded, “I've seen them together several times. There's no money changing hands, so I assume he must have just been attracted to her.”

Mac smiled, “Glad to hear it. Will she still be working in the castle?”

“For now, at least. I imagine that might change in the future when they have kids. Same being with the second one,” she explained, pointing to the second paper.

This one was a more traditional marriage off for La Hire, with a lot of money going to him, in accepting the offer of marriage for Kelly, one of Kay's sisters. “This is...surprising. From remembering my own marriage offers, this is a lot isn't it?”

Marie nodded, “Yes. Not that a marriage to the Captain of the Royal Guard is anything to scoff at, but this is quite a bit even for that. They could buy a sizable house in town with that much.”

“Why would Lord Gascon offer that much? Is he hoping for even more leverage over the palace?” Mac asked, trying to think like a noble.

Marie shrugged, “I was actually stumped too. He already has Kay inside the private palace. Unless he thinks Kay is a compromised source? But then why would he not rescind the marriage offer if that was the case? Maybe he hopes for an inside source on the royal guard? I don't think Captain La Hire would let himself slip important info, but maybe Lord Gascon thinks he will?”

Mac's head hurt trying to mull all that over. “Maybe I can talk with Kay about it later.”

“I think that's a good idea. It might cause some trouble if we deny it, but it could be more if we accept and it causes issues later, of course.”

Marie took the other papers and left, leaving the marriage offers for La Hire. I got my own weddings to worry about! Mac sighed, shaking his head.

Felicia and Fiona were sitting in a room together, sewing some dresses, surrounded by most of their younger siblings, who were shouting and playing with various toys around them.

Felicia smirked, “Are you glad it's actually official now?”

Fiona nodded. “Yes, I'm glad he finally resolved to ask me.”

“Me too.”

The two rabbit-human sisters looked at the other sewing occupant, a cat-human girl in a maid outfit that matched Fiona's.

“Kelly...I don't mind you being here...but-”

“Nyahaha, don't mind me. I need to get used to being around them anyway,” she explained, petting the head of one of the young boys sitting nearby.

“I guess that's true...” Fiona conceded.

“Is something wrong? You can talk to your future sister about it!” Kelly said with a smile.

Fiona hesitated for a moment, before asking, “Are you after something? It's just...it's awfully convenient for you to show up with a huge marriage offer like that. Do you...actually like him at all?”

Kelly scrunched her face up in thought. “Hmm...well, I'll address the last question first. Which is to say, I think so?”

Fiona's eyes went wide, “You think so, but you're going to marry him?”

Kelly laughed, “Nyahaha, I'm the daughter of a lord's concubine, the fact I got to choose for myself is a win already. Besides, do you think he would treat me poorly?”

Fiona vigorously shook her head.

“Exactly. Maybe it's a bit of a bet, but I think it's one worth taking. As for your other question...let's just say that I'm helping my sister out.”

“Kay? Mac's fiance?”

Kelly nodded. “If your sister needed help, you'd help her out, wouldn't you?”

Fiona looked at Felicia, who gave her a smile. “Of course I would.”

Emma stood in front of the mirror in her room, in nothing but her undergarments, as she put up different dresses to see how she'd look in them.

I need to look my best! she thought to herself, preparing for her date tomorrow with Mac. While she had aggressively pursued a relationship with him, she couldn't help but constantly compare herself to Mac's other fiances and wives, despite Mac' insistence not too.

She shook her head to clear this familiar train of thought. I just need to prove my worth! She had been taking noblewoman lessons with Marie for over a month now, and felt confident she at least wouldn't embarrass herself. Despite Mac insisting she was pretty as-is, she had let her hair grow out a bit so it was now past her shoulders, and the tan she had was gone (although now her freckles stood out more), so she'd be ready for the wedding. Looking down at her breasts, she gave an audible sigh. I guess I can't do anything about that though... Luckily, Mac's assertions that her chest size didn't matter seemed to be honest truth and not just placation, considering some of the other fiance's he had taken (Kay and Charlotte, namely).

Mac had even told her he had a job in mind for her once she finished her lessons and their marriage, something she would be perfect for, so it's not like she would be dead weight around the palace.

Despite all that, she was still couldn't suppress the anxiety that she would be a burden.

Shaking her head again, she grabbed another dress and put it up to compare. One day at a time! Just win him over tomorrow, too!

Eleanor walked back to her room, a giddy smile on her face. She had just met with Tillie, who had confirmed that she was most likely with child.

Rhea was right! Although I'm still surprised she was able to tell so early...I need to tell everyone now. Well, Mac already knows since he was there, but I need to tell the others! And I'm sure Marie will be ecstatic! Oh, I need to tell Father too, although I don't want him running straight here, so maybe I'll wait a bit...

Eleanor look down and rubbed her stomach, thinking about the child growing within her. We need to think of a name too!

Melissandra looked at the woman in front of her. Well, technically a woman, although calling her just a 'woman' seemed almost rude to use for a spirit.

Rhea, who was leaning on her cup of tea, nodded at her. “I'm not surprised Mac married you, definitely a catch!”

Melissandra blushed a bit, “Well, I did pursue him quite heavily. I was just trying to get in with the King first, but once I realized the kind of person Mac was, I tried even harder.”

“Hehehe, nice job! I can tell he cares about you the way he talked about you. Oh, and this,” she said, flying over and knocking on Melissandra's stomach. “Yup, definitely a girl.”

Melissandra grabbed her stomach, eye's going wide, “You can tell?”

“Yup! She's got a bit of growing to do, but she's doing just fine.”

Melissandra looked at her, an idea forming. “Can you...is it possible for you to make sure she's born healthy?”

Rhea shook her head, “Sorry, I'm the spirit of the forest, not of babies. Although...” she thought for a moment, before putting her hands together, a faint glow emanating from them, before a small orb wafted over to Melissandra and went into her stomach. “There.”

Melissandra looked confused, “Um...what did-”

“I gave it a blessing! The same one I give to trees when I plant them. I dunno if it will do anything, but I figure it's better than nothing.”

Melissandra smiled, “Well, at the very least, I can say my child's been blessed by a spirit...”

Charlotte was walking across the grass of the palace yard, heading towards the sound of metal being hammered. Book in hand, she had her finger saved at a certain page. Hopefully she doesn't mind...I really the need the part...

Charlotte, at her fiance's request (she blushed at the thought of having a fiance still) was working on one of her inventions, which he had dubbed the 'steam engine'. However, based on the diagram from his Otherworlder book, she needed a device called a 'piston' to continue.

As she approached, she found the source of the sounds: The royal smith Daisy, a dwarf woman Mac had hired after being impressed with her handiwork. When she got close, Daisy noticed her and stopped hammering the sword in her hand. Setting it in the quenching barrel, she waved her over, “Hey! Good to see you, Charlotte.”

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief at the friendly reception. Dwarves weren't always known for their kindness, especially towards elves.

“Um...hello, I was hoping you-”

Daisy interrupted, “Yeah, Mac told me you were needing help with some contraption you were devising. Well, there's no one better ta help you with metal than a dwarf, eh?” she said and went to grab the book.

Charlotte launched her hands up and away from Daisy.

Daisy looked at her, eyes shifting side to side. “Um...”

Charlotte blushed, “Sorry...your hands...I didn't want the book to get dirty.”

Daisy looked down at her hands and then laughed, “Haha, sorry, bad habit. Here, come in while I wash up,” she said motioning to her hut.

Charlotte followed her in, stopping to look at the crafting table where Daisy had several different rings and other metal contraptions in various states of creation.

Daisy walked over to a washtub, dipped her arms in and rubbed, and then stuck her whole head in, before grabbing a towel and drying off.

Charlotte looked over as Daisy wrapped the towel around her shoulders. “Um...do you think you could make this?” she asked, sliding the book onto the table and pointing to the piston.

Daisy brushed here wet bangs back and looked at the diagram, scratching her head. “You want me to forge this whole thing?”

“No, just this part,” Charlotte said, pointing to the piston again. “I already made the rest of it.”

“You...you already made the rest of it? That's impressive,” Daisy said, looking at the design, obviously confused.

“Yes. Well, it's not exactly the same, I used a stove and some pipes, plus some containers for the water.”

Daisy looked over at Charlotte, then back at the diagram. “Well, no promises, but I'll give it a shot. Looks simple enough...”

Charlotte smiled, and gave a deep bow, “Thank you! Thank you!” Finally, I can make some progress!

Emma's New Job

Mac knocked on Emma's door. Despite his partners saying he didn't need to, he had had a few bad experiences with not knocking.

“Come in!” he heard from inside. Mac opened the door and went through. Inside, Emma was standing in front of the mirror, examining herself.

Turning to him, she gave a smile and asked, “What do you think?”

Mac smiled back, “Very pretty. That's one I picked out right?” Mac asked, remembering the tan slip-dress from one of their earlier dates in town.

“Yup!” she responded, jumping up and wrapping her arms around him, so he was able to see down it.

“I'm glad you wore a bra this time,” Mac observed, before giving her a kiss.

“Haha, well, I don't want you getting jealous,” she responded, poking him in the cheek.

“It's less jealous and more...well, whatever, let's get going.”

Emma giggled and grabbed his hand, leading him out the door.

Down in town, Mac and Emma went to their favorite cafe date spot.

“Are there any other cafe's in town? Not that I don't like this one, but we only go to this one,” Mac asked.

“Yes, but this one's close to the palace-side gate, so it's convenient. Plus, the tea is good,” she explained, taking a sip of said tea for good measure.

As Mac watched her, he smiled as he could tell the practice she had been putting in had paid off, she definitely looked and acted like a proper noblewoman.

Emma blushed, “What? Why are you smiling like that?”

“I can't smile at my fiance? I was just thinking that you look like a proper noblewoman with that look and posture. I'm still getting used to no-tan Emma though...”

“Haha, well, I can do some sunbathing to get it back afterwards, if you're that insistent,” she replied, sticking out her tongue.

“Well, that's not something a noblewoman would do...”

They sat in silence for a couple minutes, enjoying their tea. Eventually, Emma squirmed a bit.

“What's wrong? I can tell you wanna say something.”

Emma frowned at the table. “Do you....are you definitely sure you want to marry me?”

“Our wedding is in a few days! You're having second thoughts now!?” Mac asked, incredulous.

Emma looked farther down. “I just...I don't know if I deserve this.”

Mac grabbed her hands off her teacup. “Look, Emma...”

Emma rolled her eyes up to look at him.

“I...I love you, alright? Deserving has nothing to do with it. Please don't be so down on yourself. I know you worked hard with Marie so you could act proper at our wedding, and I really appreciate all the effort you put in.”

Emma seemed stunned, unsure how to respond. After a couple moments, she started to tear up, rubbing her eyes.

Mac stood up and walked over, putting his arms around her, so she could cry into his shoulder, not caring that they were getting furtive looks from some of the nearby tables.

“Mac, I'm sorry...”

“You don't need to be sorry. Just talk to me if you're worried about something. We're going to be husband and wife, right?”

Emma wiped her tears away and smiled, “Right!”

After that, they left the cafe (to escape the stares coming from the other customers) and walked into the forest nearby to the palace. Finding a quiet clearing, they sat down together.

“Oh...I love you too!” Emma said, leaning over and giving him a kiss. “Well, I think I did for a while, but since we're saying it...”

Mac smiled, “I just wanted to make sure you understood my feelings for you.”

Emma wrapped her arms around him tightly, causing them to fall over into the grass.

“I'm not gonna run away from you! Well, I might have to leave occasionally for work...”

“I'm coming with you next time!” Emma asserted.

“Actually...well, I guess it's fine to say it now, since the wedding's almost here, and you completed your lessons...”

Emma raised an eyebrow at him.

“The 'job' I had told you about-”

Emma lit up, “Oh yeah! You're gonna tell me now!?”

Mac nodded, “Yeah...I want to put you in charge of Ositania's agriculture, since you're already familiar with farming and crops.”

Emma seemed confused, “What do you mean? Like go around making sure everyone harvests correctly?”

“I guess that's technically part of it, but a bit more extensive than just that. Monitor harvests, make sure food is being distributed well. Make sure no one is...gouging prices...”

Emma gave an angry look, remembering some of her families prior problems.

“...Basically, the goal is to make sure no one is starving to death, at the least. Although it would be nicer if we could do even better that that.”

Emma slapped her palm with a fist, “Of course! I can definitely do that! But won't that mean I need to travel a lot?”

“Well, yes, but didn't you want to see the world? Well, it won't be the world, but you'll at least get to see the kingdom.”

“I do...but I don't want to be separated from you all the time!”

Mac gave her a kiss, “I can go with you sometimes. Besides, I want to see more of the kingdom too.”

Emma smiled, “Okay. Leave it to me then!”

After spending some quality time together, they were returning to the palace when they were stopped in the front yard.

“Oi! Mac! I got summit for ya.”

Mac looked over to see Daisy walking over to them, pulling a horse-cart by herself. As she pulled up next to them, Mac looked down into the cart. “What...is that?”

Daisy shrugged, “I dunno either, but I was able to finally cut through it's blasted hide with my orichalum knife. Bent three steels ones before I gave up and had to dig it out,” she explained, pulling out a large knife with a metallic orange hue.

“Oh! Thanks, I wasn't sure what to do with the creature after they sent it home with me...”

“I had the guards burn the rest of it. The meat looked...black and oozy. Smelled pretty horrible too.”

“Yeah I wouldn't want to eat anything from that...” he felt the pelt in the wagon. Despite the shimmery prism look, it still felt like regular fur. “I'm not sure what to do with it though.”

“Hmm...” said Emma, who was also feeling the fur. “Do you have an orichalum needle Daisy?”

Daisy gave her a wide grin, “No, but I can make ya one!”

Mac was shooed away as the two schemed something, so he continued on to the dining room for dinner. Inside, Melissandra was eating by herself.

Smiling as he walked in, she asked, “How was your date with Emma?”

Mac walked over and gave her a kiss. “Good. She's off plotting something with Daisy now.”

Melissandra giggled, “I'm sure it will be interesting, whatever it is. I'm surprised though, Daisy was working with Charlotte.”

“Yeah, I figured they would get along.”

Melissandra crossed her arms. “Speaking of which...I can't get her to commit to scheduling any time with you.”

Mac shrugged, “She's pretty shy, I'm not surprised.”

“That's not good though! She can't just neglect you and-”

Mac held up his hand, “I know, I know. Just...schedule her anyway and I'll go spend time with her. I'll just hang out in her workshop if that's all she wants to do.”

Melissandra nodded. “Okay...I'm trusting you to make it work then.” She went back to her meal, before stopping herself, looking angrily at her plate.

Mac sat down and signaled the maid on duty to bring him food as well. “What's wrong?”

Melissandra blushed a bit, “I've been...eating a lot. I can't help myself.”

“I mean, isn't that normal when you're pregnant? You've got to eat for two...”

Melissandra shook her head, “I know, but I can't get...” she stopped, looking at Mac, then looking back at her food.

Mac closed his eyes. Is she worried about...gaining weight? “Just eat if you're hungry. We can ...burn it off later,” he added, doing his best imitation of a seductive smile.

Melissandra blushed and nodded, going back to her food.

As they ate, Felicia came into the room. Instead of sitting down, she hugged Mac from behind, pressing her chest against his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I just finished the latest round of dress orders.”

Mac kissed her back, “That's good...I wonder if we'll be getting more soon?”

Felicia giggled, “Of course! I'm sure Emma's wedding will have them rolling in again.” Sitting down with them, she added “Fiona's almost finished with her wedding dress, too.”

“That's good. I was...pretty surprised to hear about her and La Hire.”

Felicia nodded as she pulled Mac's plate over to herself. “I was too, but I guess he was just infatuated with her at first sight. Must run in our family...” she trailed off, before smirking at Mac.

Mac blushed a bit, before coughing. “Well, what do you think about Kelly?”

Felicia forked a hunk of meat into her mouth, looking up and thinking. Swallowing, she replied, “Well, I think she's fine. Just a bit...convenient.”

“Convenient?” Mac asked, pulling the plate back and shoveling some meat into his own mouth.

Felicia nodded, grabbing some bread off the plate. “I guess Fiona and La Hire were worried about affording a house big enough for all my siblings, but then she shows up with a bunch of money....”

Hmm, that does sound convenient.

As he was mulling it over, the door opened again, and this time Kay came in.

“Just who I was looking for...” Mac asked, as Kay sat next to him.

“Oh, you wanted to see me?” she asked, leaning over and rubbing her cheek on his.

“Yes...we were wondering if you knew why Kelly was marrying La Hire.”

“I told her to,” she said, before sliding Mac's plate and taking a bite of a roll off it.

Felicia raised an eyebrow, “You told her too?”

“Yes. Well, not specifically him, that was her decision, I just told her she should marry someone in the capital,” she explained, before stuffing the rest of the roll in her mouth.

“Was there...”

Kay held up her hand as she finished chewing the roll. After swallowing, she continued “I wanted her help. A Queen has access to a lot of information, but there's also places I can't go as Queen. That's where she comes in.”

Mac raised an eyebrow, “Are you building a spy network?”

“Nyahaha, I don't know if you'd call us spies,” Kay emphasized. “But you need to have someone keeping tabs on things, right?”

“Yeah that's definitely true...” Mac said, leaning back in his chair. It'd be nice if we could preempt issues before they arise...

Kay grabbed another roll and leapt up. “Oh, I actually have something I wanted to talk to Kelly about, now that you reminded me. Bye!” she said, giving Mac a kiss then running out the door.

Felicia stood up as well. “I better go see how Fiona is doing,” she explained, before also giving Mac a kiss and walking out.

Mac looked at Melissandra, who had been methodically eating the whole time. Her plate was clean, and she was eyeing Mac's, which still had a few scraps left. He pushed it over to her, causing her to blush. She went to eat it, but instead stopped and stood up. Walking over, she wordlessly dragged Mac out.

As they arrived in Melissandra's room, she quickly took her dress of, revealing her blue undergarments.

Mac took off his clothes as well, revealing his already erect shaft.

Melissandra blushed as she took off her undergarments, “Well, you certainly don't seem to mind...”

Mac went over and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “You don't even look any different. Well, maybe showing a little bit...” he said, rubbing her barely perceptible bump. It was only noticeable when her clothes were off.

Melissandra turned her head around and started making out with him. Mac reach around and started massaging her breasts.

After a while, they moved to the bed, Melissandra laying down and inviting him in. As Mac entered her, Melissandra let out a loud moan.

Mac stopped, “Umm...are you okay?”

Melissandra covered her mouth. “I'm sorry...it just felt...even better than normal.”

Mac raised an eyebrow, “Really? You don't need too...”

“No, I'm serious, keep going!” Melissandra said, grabbing Mac's hand and putting it on her breast.

Mac, always willing to oblige his wife, slowly went in and out as he twirled her breasts. Melissandra was moaning even louder than normal, causing Mac to excitedly thrust quicker and quicker.

As he increased in speed, he felt himself coming below. With one last big thrust, he released into Melissandra, who was completely red in the face at this point.

Mac fell over on the bed next to her, and Melissandra embraced him. “I love you so much.”

Mac hugged her back. “I love you too.”

At this, Melissandra started crying.

“Are you okay?” Mac said, trying to wipe her tears.

Melissandra nodded, “I'm just...I love you so much....”

Mac smiled, “I know, you told me,” and gave her a kiss. Mac held onto her tight as she snuggled into him.

“Sorry, I...” Melissandra said, as she stopped crying.

“No, you're fine, I'm here for you...” Mac said, brushing the hair out of her face.

“I'm just worried something will happen to you.”

Mac grimaced a bit. “I'll be fine,” he tried to reassure her.

Melissandra closed her eyes. “Don't go fighting any more weird creatures.”

“Believe me, I don't plan too...” he trailed off. Melissandra seemed to be falling asleep, so he carefully slid the covers over them and gently laid next to her.

I'll be careful, if only so I don't make you worry.

A Date with Charlotte

A few days later, Mac sat in his room, leaning back on his chair, contemplating his near future. His biggest worry at the moment was making sure he didn't forget about anyone.

Well, I'm glad things are moving fine with Emma, hopefully the wedding goes well. I'll need to see if Kay knows when her father will have our wedding. Felicia will probably let me know when she's ready. And Charlotte...well, I'll worry about that later.

His fiance Charlotte was still a bit awkward around him, but he thought she was warming up to him a bit. He had another 'date' with her this afternoon, although he was wondering if he would just be spending the whole time in her workshop again. Not that he would be upset with that, he enjoyed seeing Charlotte in her natural habitat.

Mel and Elly should be good. I still need to make the dagger for Daisy. That just leaves, Rhea? I haven't seen her in a couple days...

As if on command, a purple streak flew through the window. Rhea stopped in front of his face, fluttering her eyes, “Were you thinking of little old Rhea?”

Mac smiled, petting her head with his finger, “Yes, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

It was hard to tell on her purple skin, but it looks like she might have been blushing. “Of course! I've been exploring around. You have a nice forest near the palace, no meanies camping out and robbing people.”

“Yeah, the guard does a good job of keeping the area around the capital devoid of bandits.” If only we could do the same for the rest of the countryside.

Rhea nodded, “Good, good. I've also been having slumber parties with your wives and fiances.”

Mac crooked his head down, “Are you bothering them too much?”

“No! No! I swear!” Rhea protested. “They enjoy having me there! Well, they don't send me away, at least...”

“Well, that's fine then...” Mac conceded.

“Besides, I think they are a bit lonely without you sometimes...” Rhea said, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

Mac felt a twinge of guilt. “Well, there isn't six of me unfortunately.”

“Yeah, that's where I come in! I make sure nobodies lonely!”

Actually...that's a good idea. “Can you help them out if they're feeling down? I don't want one of them suffering if I can do something about it.”

Rhea gave him a salute. “Aye! Aye! Oh, I do have one request though.”

Mac raised an eyebrow, “What's that?”

“You gotta spend time with me too! Otherwise I'll get lonely...” she answered, hugging his cheek.

“Of course! I mean, it's not like I don't want to spend time with you, too,” Mac smiled at her, rubbing her back in an effort to simulate a hug.

“Good, good!” Rhea said, giving him a peck on the cheek (Mac assumed it was meant to be a kiss and not just her smashing her face on him).

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Mac held out his hand for Rhea to curl up in. “Well, are you doing okay?”

Rhea nodded as she sat down and leaned against his fingers. “It's been very exciting spending time with you all. I'm curious to see where things go.”

Mac smiled, “I'm glad to hear you say that. I'm not sure how I'd feel if we had upset a spirit...”

“Hehehe, well, you don't need to worry about that,” she said, hugging his fingers.

“You're being oddly affectionate today.”

“I'm just making the most of my time with you,” Rhea explained, now rubbing her cheeks on Mac's fingers. “Besides, you're very warm.”

Well, I guess even spirits can get cold...

Later, Mac went to Charlotte's room for their date.

Knocking on the door, he heard some shuffling inside, before Melissandra and Eleanor came out.

“Uhhh...”

They smiled at him. “We were just getting Charlotte ready, you can go in,” Mel explained, before they left down the hall.

Mac shrugged, and went inside. Standing by her bed was Charlotte, in a yellow dress, with her hair slightly curled at the ends. She was blushing heavily as Mac came in. “You look nice. Did they help you with your makeup?”

Charlotte nodded. “Um...do you want to go into town?” she asked.

“Sure. Is there anywhere specific you want to go?”

Charlotte looked like she was thinking, “I forget where they said.”

Mac facepalmed, I guess this was their idea then. “Well, there's a nice cafe. Or we could go clothing shopping. Or...well, really whatever you want.”

Charlotte's face lit up, “Oh, the clothing shop sounds nice, I wanted to get a gift for Daisy as thanks.”

Mac nodded, and went to grab her hand. I meant for yourself, but that's fine too.

Luckily, Charlotte didn't seem to get too nervous about holding hands, but she kept her head down as they walked through and out of the palace.

Trying to ease the tension, Mac asked “How is the steam engine coming? Did you get the piston made?”

Charlotte looked up at him and nodded. “Yes. It looks right but...I can't seem to get it connected properly. It feels like it's missing something...”

Hmm...I was sure that would be what's needed. “I could come take a look sometime, although I don't know how much help I'll be. Did you try showing Daisy? Maybe if she sees what you're trying to accomplish she might be able to help.”

Charlotte nodded, before seeming to go deep in thought.

Mac decided to let her noodle it over as they walked. Eventually, they got to the clothing store he had previously visited with Emma.

As they entered, the butler from last time greeted them. “Good afternoon, sir, madame,” he said with a bow.

Mac thought he may have given him a suspicious look, but it quickly went away.

“Are you looking for something specific? Or just browsing?” the butler asked, addressing Charlotte.

“I'd like to get a hairband for my friend.”

The butler smiled, “Of course, right this away...”

He showed her to a stand of different hair ornaments.

As Charlotte was perusing, Mac looked around. He noticed in the corner was a display with several zipper-dresses being shown off. I guess the stores would want to have some in stock too.

After a couple minutes, Charlotte came over to Mac. “Do you think she'll like this?” she said, holding out a reddish-orange hairband. It seemed to be made of metal.

Mac nodded, “I think so. It reminds me of her forge. Is that what you were going for?”

Charlotte smiled and nodded. “I hope she likes it. When her hair gets sweaty it can get in her eyes, so I figured she could use one.”

Mac smiled at the thoughtfulness. “Well, since we're here, is there anything you want, too?”

Charlotte nodded. “I wanted something that would be more comfortable to wear around the workshop. Sometimes my dress gets in the way.”

Mac thought for a moment. She could use a tracksuit...but I don't think they make polyester in this world, although maybe we could get something similar? That's probably more long term though...

As he was thinking, Charlotte was looking through clothes. As she browsed, she became more and more gloomy, as she didn't seem to be finding what she was looking for.

Well, this is a higher end shop. He pulled Charlotte aside, “Hey, let's try a different shop. Just because they don't have it here doesn't mean they wont have something elsewhere.”

Charlotte nodded, and let Mac lead her out of the shop by hand.

Remembering where he had seen one previously, he stopped them at a more general purpose clothing store geared towards commoners. This one didn't have a butler, just a middle-aged lady who was already helping a different customer. She waved at them as they entered before continuing with the other customer.

Charlotte instantly saw some clothes she was interested in, so Mac sat down by the dressing rooms as she quickly collected a small stack.

As she walked over, she blushed while stopping next to him. “Um....do you want to see me in them?”

“I mean, you don't have too, I just thought-”

Charlotte shook her head, “No that's fine, I don't mind.”

Mac waited patiently as Charlotte rustled around behind him.

After a couple minutes, she stuck her head out. “...I don't know about this.”

Mac stuck his head through to see. She was wearing what looked to be a tank top, which he was pretty sure was meant to be used as an undershirt, and some short shorts that looked similar to several pairs Emma had. “I don't know if it's what you were going for, but you look pretty good in that.”

Charlotte, who was already blushing, blushed even deeper red. “I...just wanted something....comfy....”

“Well, is it?”

Charlotte nodded.

Mac smiled. “Then you should get it,” he suggested, before sitting back down.

Charlotte then tried on a few more outfits, which mostly amounted to casual-wear for commoners. I guess that's kind of the point.

Since this was a commoner shop, after paying for them, they had to take the clothes themselves. Luckily, even getting a few sets, Mac was able to hold them all just fine.

“Thanks for carrying them,” Charlotte said.

“Of course. I'd feel a little weird making you carry all of them, especially since this was my idea in the first place.”

As they walked in silence back to the palace, Mac felt good about the progress they had made. I think she's a little more comfortable, at least. Mac looked over at her, and noticed she had been looking at him, as her eyes quickly averted away from him and back to the path in front of her. Well, comfortable enough to stare at me.

Once back to the palace, they diverted over to Daisy's forge. As they got closer, the clinking of metal leading them in, they could see she was hammering out a breast plate.

“Umm...” Charlotte said, holding out the hairband, “I got this for you.”

Daisy grinned, grabbing the hairband and immediately putting it on. “Haha, thanks! I was thinking I might need to get it cut, but this works just as well,” she replied, and gave Charlotte a hug.

They left Daisy to her work (now able to see much better) and headed back to Charlotte's room. As they got in front of the door, Charlotte quickly reached up and gave Mac a kiss, before grabbing the clothes and sliding in.

I guess comfortable enough to kiss as well.

Charlotte stood inside her room, back against the door, feeling the heat radiate off her face, and her heart beating through her chest. He didn't mind, right? I was so nervous I ran in right away. Charlotte had decided to try and make the most of today's date to get closer to Mac, but the kiss had been a spur of the moment decision.

Piling up her new clothes on her bed, she took one of the pairs Mac had complimented earlier and put them back on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was unable to hold back a smile as she remembered his words. Maybe I'll wear these next time...

Wedding Day - Emma

Mac woke up the day of the wedding, and readied himself as he had done the last couple times. Weird to think I've gotten used to having weddings at this point... After dressing in his regalia again, he was eating the small breakfast that had been brought, when a knock came at the door.

Marie came in, wearing her fiery-red dress, and holding a cape.

“What...” Mac asked, as Marie held it up in front of him. He could instantly tell it was made from the pelt of the beast he had killed, as the shimmer it gave off was unmistakable.

“Your soon-to-be wife made this for you, with a bit of help from Felicia and Bella. She was hoping you would wear it at the wedding, and I agree, it's quite stunning. We should probably replace your normal cape with this one permanently. This one screams 'royalty',” she explained, tying it onto Mac.

“Yeah, I can't argue with that...” he replied, as he looked at himself in the mirror. This feels kind of showy, but I guess this is a royal wedding we're talking about.

Marie nodded, “Good, you look more like a King every day,” she explained with a smile, before beckoning him to follow her.

As they entered the great hall used for the wedding, Mac could feel the gazes upon him. Well, probably his cape, but it was hard to tell exactly.

Reaching the platform, Mac looked out at the crowd. In the front row on one side, was his wives and fiances, smiling up at him. On the other, Mac could see a dozen or so guests with varying tans (a few with small children) that he assumed were members of Emma's family.

As he was gazing, the door opened, and La Hire and Emilia (Emma's mom) walked down the aisle. Emma had been unsure of who to choose for her maid-of-honor, not wanting to offend any of his other partners, but when Mac had suggested her Mom, Emma immediately jumped on it.

For his part, Mac still didn't really have anyone besides La Hire to ask, and La Hire seemed not to mind it at this point.

As they reached the platform, Emilia giggled as she gave a small bow to Mac, and La Hire followed suit (minus the giggle). Then the music changed, and the door opened again.

Emma, being walked by her father, entered the hall. She was wearing a close-fitting white dress, with the skirt only going down to the top of her knees. Definitely not a traditional wedding dress, but she sure does look good in it.

As they arrived, Emma gave her father a hug before stepping up to the platform, giving Mac a huge grin as she stood next to her mother.

“You look good in that,” Mac whispered to her about her dress design.

“You told me to play to my strengths,” she whispered back.

That I did.

Marie recited the now-familiar ceremony dialogue as Mac and Emma stared at each other, smiles on their faces. Hopefully she doesn't have any doubt about this now.

As they got to the ring-exchanges, Mac took the green-stone ring from La Hire and placed it on her fingers, eliciting some audible gasps from Emma's family. Oh yeah, they haven't seen this yet. Kay had told him it had become common amongst the nobles now, with some wives demanding their husbands get them rings even if they had been married for years.

As Mac held out his hand to Emma, she instead grabbed his right hand and put it on his ring-finger of that hand, giggling at Mac's momentary confusion.

Emma then leaned up and planted a wholesome kiss on his lips. Mac had actually expected her to try and make out with him, given her normal predisposition, but apparently the etiquette lessons had taken hold.

They held hands and walked to the front of the platform. Marie, as with the others, came over and placed a crown upon Emma's head. “I present to you, King Mac and Queen Emma of Ositania.” This garnered an even louder than before gasps from her family. Did she not...mention the whole Queen part to them?

The music then started and they wrapped arms and walked down the aisle to the applause of the crowd.

After exiting the chamber, Emma let out a big sigh of relief. “Phew, that wasn't too bad I guess. The next part is the hardest.”

Mac nodded, “Don't worry, we'll be fine. By the way...” Mac paused, “...did you not tell your family about the whole, you know, royalty thing?”

Emma giggled, “Mom and Dad knew, but I figured I'd give the rest a good surprise.”

“Yeah they seemed a bit...shocked.”

As they grabbed hands and walked, Emma asked, “Do you like your cape?”

“Oh, sorry, I was gonna thank you but I think I forgot when I saw how good you looked in that dress.”

Emma giggled, “Haha, sure, sure.”

“I'm being serious though...”

As they ate, Mac continued his habit at weddings, and listened in on the conversations of those around him. On one side, Emma was talking with Melissandra.

“You definitely pulled off that dress well, Emma,” Melissandra confirmed.

Emma smiled, “Thanks for helping me put it together.”

On the other, Eleanor was chatting with Felicia and Kay.

“Do you have your rings finished yet?” Eleanor asked.

Felicia nodded, “Yeah, I got mine fitted a while ago.”

“Hmmm, I worked with Daisy but she hasn't gotten a chance to make it yet,” Kay responded, throwing a glare at Mac.

Sorry, Daisy's been busy lately though!

Looking over at Daisy, she was whispering with Charlotte at the far end of the table, the two seemed to be in some sort of deep discussion. Marie wasn't participating, but did seem to be listening to what they were saying, a look of exasperation on her face.

Rhea was sitting down on the main table, chowing down on a roll.

After dinner, Emma grabbed Mac, and they began their walk around. First, they stopped by her family.

Ernest slapped on him the back, hard enough to cause him to cough. “My boy, that was the finest wedding I've ever seen.”

Emilia gave Emma a hug, “You look so lovely.”

“Ma...” Emma responded, hugging her back.

“Emma, why didn't you say you were becoming a Queen!?” one of her sisters said.

“Haha, sorry Elizabeth. I just wanted to surprise you.”

Her two younger brothers pulled on Mac's robe.

“Hey, hey, you gonna come play Rocks with us again sometime?”

“Yeah, we get tired just playing against each other!”

Mac smiled, “Sure, I'll try and get out there again sometime. I want more of Emilia's home cooking too.”

Emilia smiled, “Silly, you can call me 'Ma' now too.”

After being introduced to her whole family, Mac and Emma took their leave and continued walking.

Next, they were stopped by a familiar face.

“Lord Arpitan,” Mac said, giving him a smile. “How goes your estate?”

“Excellent, sire. And might I add, that is an elegant cape. Where did you acquire it?”

Mac smiled, “Actually, my wife here sewed it for me.”

Mac noticed an almost imperceptible twinge in his face, before Lord Arpitan turned to Emma. “Excellent work, my dame.”

Emma smiled and gave an small bow, “I appreciate the compliment, Lord Arpitan.”

This time, Lord Arpitan paused for a second at the reply, before continuing. “Well, I must be on my way, I've taken a liking to one of the women employed here in at the palace.”

Mac smiled, “Excellent, I hope it turns out well.”

This time, Lord Arpitan gave him a smile back, “I'm sure it shall.”

Next, Mac noticed Lady Sophia (who was no longer styling herself as Queen) and walked over to her. As he got closer, he realized she was actually having a heated discussion with a dwarf, although once they got close Sophia turned to them.

“Ah, sire...” she paused as she looked Emma up and down, before giving a smile, “and the newest Queen. Good to meet you.”

Emma smiled, “Good meet you too, Lady Sophia.”

Sophia continued, “I was just talking with Lord Harald here about you taking my lovely Charlotte as a fiance. We'll have a new elven Queen soon.”

Lord Harald grunted, before turning to Mac, giving him a rough but deep bow. “Sire, it's good to meet you, I'm Lord Harald of Stromvurk.”

Mac gave a small bow back, “Good to meet you, too, Lord Harald.”

Lord Harald continued, “To cut straight to it, sire, it's...rubbed a few of the dwarven lords the wrong way that you've cut a deal with the elves but not us.”

Mac was taken aback, having not expected this to be thrown at him right now. Luckily, Emma seemed unperturbed.

Lord Harald continued, “We would like to discuss terms with you as well. And if you were to take a dwarven bride as well...”

Sophia laughed haughtily, “Hahaha, do you really think his majesty would take a dwarf bride? Look at Queen Emma here, and my beautiful daughter Charlotte, do you really think he'd be interested?”

Lord Harald fired back, “Why not? Look there, he already has a dwarven mistress,” he said, pointing to Daisy.

Sophia laughed, “Haha, she's just your smith, isn't she, sire?”

Emma jumped in, “But, you find her quite attractive, don't you husband?”

Mac nodded, “Yes, I was actually planning on proposing to her soon, once I'm able to forge a proper ceremonial dagger,” Mac explained, trying to diffuse any issues the dwarves might have.

Sophia's jaw dropped, while Lord Harald instantly grinned, “Of course, of course, that's wonderful to hear.”

Mac and Emma took their leave as the other two continued arguing.

“Thanks for the save there,” Mac whispered.

Emma giggled, “Of course, Marie taught me how to help out in situations like that.”

I really need to thank her, too.

After a bit more mingling, it was time for Emma and Mac to make a show of leaving, and head for the bedroom.

Emma was squirming as they held hands, practically pulling him along.

“I can tell you're excited.” Mac said, teasingly.

Emma smiled back at him, “You better be too.”

As they entered her bedroom, Emma made him sit down so she could get on his lap and start making out with him.

After a couple minutes, Mac started grabbing her breasts, causing Emma to giggle. “Hold on, hold on...” she said, before standing up and unzipping her dress, revealing the white lingerie with light blue lace from the store.

Mac smiled as he stood up and started kissing her again. “I told you you look great in that.”

Emma blushed, continuing to kiss him back. “Hey, you need to take stuff off, too!” she teased, grabbing his robe.

Mac obliged, taking off his robe, revealing a bulge protruding from this undergarments.

Emma blushed harder seeing this, before reaching underneath and grabbing his shaft. Mac reciprocated by sliding his finger into her panties, slowly sticking a finger inside her, causing her to let out an 'eep'.

Mac unhooked her bra with his other hand, and gazed upon her naked breasts. He bent down and licked her nipples, causing Emma to moan softly. Realizing she was fairly wet at this point, he asked, “Are you ready?”

Emma nodded, and slipped off her panties, before lying on the bed. Mac crouched over her, giving her a kiss.

“Go slowly...” Emma said, as Mac started to push his shaft inside her. He went as gently as possible, slowly pushing in, stopping when Emma groaned in pain.

“Are you...” Mac started to ask.

Emma shook her head, “It's okay, I was told it would be like this. Just...hold me for a bit.”

Mac leaned over and held her as directed, giving her a kiss and wiping her sweaty brows from her eyes.

After a couple minutes, Emma said, “Okay, I'm fine now.”

Mac nodded, and slowly started to slide himself back and forth inside Emma. It was somewhat difficult, but eventually Emma started moaning in pleasure, so Mac tried to go faster and faster, until he felt himself about to blow.

“Emma, I'm about at my limit.”

Emma smiled, still glowing red in the face, “I'm ready.”

Mac gave one last thrust and released into her, quivering, as Emma's back arched in pleasure.

Mac pulled himself out and collapsed next to Emma, who immediately started making out with him again.

“This is so crazy. I could get addicted to this,” Emma said, panting.

Mac nodded, “Yeah, I'm worried I might...”

Emma giggled, “Well, I have to share you...”

“We just need to make the most of our time together,” Mac replied, pointing to his already-erect again shaft.

Emma jumped up and sat on top of him, giving a cute grunt as she forced herself onto his shaft again.

Mac held her waist while sliding her up and down, quickly feeling himself coming again and grabbing her tightly to him as he released inside her again.

“That was too quick!” Emma teased, continuing to rock herself back and forth on top of him.

Mac gave a breathy laugh, and sat up to hold her, doing his best to keep going.

After continuing for a while, Emma finally laid down exhausted, and Mac was able to lay down next to her.

“Yeah, Mel was definitely right,” Emma said with a giggle. “But I'm glad we can do this more often now.”

Mac replied with a smile, leaning over and giving her a kiss.

Emma held onto him tightly, and they both quickly fell asleep.

Upset Nobles, New Meetings

Marie sighed as she looked at the stack of papers in front of her. As expected, another wedding, another flood of concubine requests. She knew Mac would most likely reject them all, but she dutifully went though them anyway. Some of the nobles realized Mac was rejecting them en masse, and had started to up their offers, although she doubted that would change his mind.

As she was reading through them, she heard a small knock at the door, as if someone was doing so but hesitant to actually do so. “Come in.”

Although she said this, the door didn't open, and instead heard another knock at the door, this time maybe a little louder.

Confused, Marie got up and went to the door, opening it. “What is-”

She stopped as a purple streak flew in through the crack. “Phew, I was knocking as hard as I could.”

Marie looked confusedly at the purple spirit floating in front of her. “Spirit Arborhea, is there something wrong?”

Rhea waved her hand, “No no, call me Rhea. I'm just here to keep you company.”

Marie stood still for a couple moments, before walking back to her desk. I guess that's fine, but... “Can I ask why Spir-...Rhea?”

“Well, Mac said I should keep his partners company and make sure they aren't too lonely. He gets worried about them sometimes.”

Marie smiled, That's good he's looking for them. Wait... “Why are you with me then? I'm not one of this partners.”

Rhea, who had been zipping around looking at everything in the office, stopped mid-flight. “Oh...you're with him a bunch, and you can see me, so I kinda forgot you weren't,” she explained floating down onto Marie's desk.

“Well, I guess that's fine,” Marie said, before going back to her papers.

“Are you sure you don't want to be though?” Rhea asked, as she she crossed her arms and looked at Marie.

“What do you mean? I'm his Magistrate,” Marie responded, giving a chuckle.

“Are you sure? It seems like every pretty girl around him is.”

Marie couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment. “That's not true. Felicia's sister is very pretty and she's engaged to Captain La Hire. I would say many of our maids are pretty as well, and they aren't engaged to him. Well, not yet, at least...”

Rhea nodded, “That's true.”

Marie coughed, “Ahem, Mac probably thinks he has enough partners for now anyways. Which is why this is probably pointless,” she sighed., slapping the papers down

Rhea scooched herself over to the stack of papers and began reading. “Hehehe, all these people want Mac?”

“Well, they want his children, at least.”

Rhea looked thoughtfully. “Are you saying they don't actually care about him?”

Marie frowned, “Well, probably not. I guess it's possible they do, but you wouldn't know for sure unless...well, unless you get to know them first.” Now I sound like Mac.

Rhea smiled, “Well, Mac seems like he's pretty good at choosing, so I wouldn't worry about it too much.”

I can't argue with her there. “Still, we'll need to at least go through these,” Marie replied, looking back down and grouping the requests.

“Hehe, well, I'll keep you company until you're done,” Rhea answered, sailing up and alighting on Marie's hair, using it as a bed.

Marie wasn't sure how to react, but decided to just allow it. It's not like I mind the company...

Melissandra was walking over to Kay's room. I wonder what she wanted to discuss alone. Maybe something to do with Mac? Actually, I would be surprised if it wasn't something to do with him. Melissandra was normally the go-to for Mac's partners when they needed assistance (as she was supposed to be) although Kay hadn't asked for much help with Mac since the two of them had started sleeping together.

Maybe her wedding? Actually, that wouldn't surprise me, she probably wants me to be her maid-of-honor.

Confident that was probably it, Melissandra knocked on Kay's door before entering.

Kay ran over and gave Melissandra a hug before beckoning her over to the tea table, where some tea had already been brewed.

“Melly, how are you feeling? Get any kicks today?” Kay asked.

Melissandra giggled, “I think it's too early for that. I feel mostly fine, just a little sick in the mornings.”

They took a few sips of tea, before Melissandra asked, “So, what did you need to discuss? Something about your wedding?”

Kay made a bit of a grimace before shaking her head, “No, everything's going fine with that. This issue is with Mac's reputation, specifically with the nobles.”

Melissandra put down her tea and raised her eyebrows. “In regards too...?”

“From what's being reported to me, it has to do with his...choice of brides.”

Melissandra's face twitched, unable to keep the indignation from showing on her face. Grrr, I was worried this might happen.

“Yeah, I had a similar reaction. But looking at it from the nobles perspective, so far we've got...” she started counting on her fingers, “...two commoners, a de facto estateless noble, and...Eleanor, who I think most people are just pretending isn't actually a Queen, or just trying to not think about her at all. With Charlotte and I they probably understand, even if they aren't happy about it.”

Melissandra nodded. It's true from the outside that's how it looks, but... “That's very surface-level evaluations though.”

“I agree, of course, but that doesn't stop them from getting upset. 'Why is he rejecting my daughter's concubine offer and marrying commoners instead?' is a common complaint being heard. The one's who were at the Introduction Ceremony and had Eleanor chosen over them are probably the most irate. Several of them even didn't come to your or Emma's wedding.”

Melissandra mulled over Kay's report. “Do you think he's in any imminent danger?”

Kay shrugged. “No one sent anything pointing towards that, at least. I guess it's hard to jump from being upset about your King's romantic partners to an assassination plot, but you never know.”

Melissandra shook her head, “No, I'm sure people have been assassinated for less before.”

They continued drinking for a bit before Kay continued, “I also have received many reports of bandits in the south.”

Melissandra grimaced, remembering their brief encounter with bandits. “Yes, we've been getting a lot of official reports too.”

“It's getting pretty bad, we're going to have to do something,” Kay added.

“What can we do though? It's more than the royal guard can handle.”

“I know. Either we need to drastically expand the guard...or we'll need to mobilize.”

Melissandra frowned, “Do you really think the nobles will accept mobilizing for bandits?”

“It'd be a bit hypocritical to complain, but then get upset when we actually try to do something about it,” Kay said with a bit of contempt.

Melissandra nodded, “I guess that's true. And it's not like we can afford to expand the royal guard right now.”

“We'll need to talk with Mac. Who knows, maybe he'll get one of his crazy ideas,” Kay smirked, refilling her tea.

“He'll probably want to charge into the forest and use his magic on every bandit himself!”

“Nyahaha, we'll have to convince him not too. Or, entice him, maybe. He needs to at least live until my wedding!” Kay joked.

Melissandra giggled, “Of course.”

“Speaking of...would you want to be the maid-of-honor at my wedding? I feel like I should return the favor since I was yours.”

Melissandra smiled, “I'd love too!”

No More Waffling

Mac was getting ready in his room, having a date with Felicia this afternoon. Felicia had been very...proactive...in wanting to have children since he had returned from the Elven forest trip, so he was a bit...excited.

A knock came at the door, before Felicia quickly slipped inside.

“Oh, hey, I was just about to come-...” but trailed off as Felicia had a serious look on her face. She sat down on the bed, and Mac came over to join her.

“Are you alright Fe?”

Felicia looked up at him, serious expression still on her face.

“I'm asking one final time, are-”

“Yes I still want to marry you.”

Felicia stared as Mac interrupted her.

“I've told you, I don't care you were a prostitute. I love you, I want to marry you, and I want to have a dozen children or how-”

Now Mac was cut off by Felicia as she started making out with him mid-sentence. Tearing his clothes off, she pushed him down on the bed as she stripped her dress off. “If we're gonna have a dozen we better get started now,” she said seductively, sliding off her undergarments as well.

Sliding on top of Mac, who was already hard, she started aggressively moving up and down, making Mac finish in record time.

After she finished too, she fell over onto Mac's chest. “I love you too, by the way,” and gave him another passionate kiss. “Come on, we better go talk to Marie, she keeps asking me if we need to start planning.”

As she got up, Mac grabbed her arm.

“...Again?” Felicia said with a smirk, looking down at his crotch.

“You said we needed to get started now, right?”

After a couple more rounds of trying for children, they washed up and went to see Marie.

Marie, gathering what they were there for, gave a smirk. “So you finally convinced her to stop waffling?”

Felicia blushed a bit, “I'm sorry, I just needed a little extra push, I guess.”

Mac gave her hand a squeeze and a smile.

“Well, it will probably be a bit even if we send the invites out today.”

Mac nodded. “Yeah, we have Kay's wedding, and I think maybe a short trip before that...”

Felicia grabbed his head and shoved it on her chest, smiling. “That's fine, I'm not going anywhere.”

Marie gave an awkward smile at the scene in front of her.

Later that night, Mac was with Melissandra.

“Felicia said you decided to get the wedding process started,” Melissandra said, holding him from behind and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Mac smiled, “Yeah, thankfully it worked out fine.”

Melissandra sat down next to him, pouring some water for herself. “Did you think about what we discussed?”

Mac nodded. “I think we have too. If the country isn't safe, then the other stuff I want to do won't be able to happen anyway.”

Melissandra looked down. “I know you need to go, but...”

Mac grabbed her hand, “I know, I know. I won't put myself in danger. Besides, I have an idea to hopefully minimize casualties.”

Mac started to undress Melissandra, but she grabbed his hand. “Ummm...”

Mac, surprised, asked, “What's wrong, do you not want too?”

Melissandra shook her head, “I do...but I'm not feeling very well. I'm kind of nauseous. If you want to go-”

Mac cut her off before she could suggest anything. “Do you want me to go get Tillie? Or do you need some tea or food?”

Melissandra sighed with a smile, “No, I think I just need to rest.”

Mac nodded. “Here, come on,” he said, gently pulling Melissandra down to the bed. Holding her hands, he laid down next to her. “Is this better?”

“Yes,” she said, closing her eyes as they held hands.

After a while, Melissandra opened her eyes, and saw Mac's sleeping face next to hers. Smiling, she leaned over and gave him a kiss, before sidling up next to him and closing her eyes to sleep again.

Emma Gets to Work

Emma sat at her desk, looking at a blank piece of paper.

Ummooooo, where do I even begin with this...?

Thinking for a while, she set down the pen she was holding. I'll go ask Marie.

Taking the quick jaunt down the hall to Marie's office, she knocked and entered.

Looking over her glasses at the entrant, Marie asked, “Emma?”

Sitting down across from her, Emma sighed. “I'm trying to start work on the position Mac gave me...but I don't know what I should be doing.”

Marie nodded, “Well, you can start with writing down the instructions on what to do.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, “But, I already know what to do. Well, mostly...”

“Yes, but are you always going to be doing this role? What if someone needs to help you? Or what about when you're too pregnant to work temporarily?”

Emma blushed, “Okay, that makes sense.”

Marie continued, “While you're writing out the job process, you might also think of improvements or additional tasks you can do. From there, you can work with Mac on financing and delegation. Of course, I'm always here if you need me, too.”

Emma smiled, “Thanks, I may take you up on that sometime,” she said, before hopping over and giving Marie a hug.

While taken aback at first, Marie hugged her back, before Emma slipped out the door.

Back in her office, Emma got to work writing out the job responsibilities. Analyzing harvests, collecting data from cities and villages. And she'd need to make sure to bring enough money to make up for any shortfall in case there was anyone unfortunate enough to be starving.

Hmmm...this is going pretty well. Let's see what Mac thinks!

Finding Mac in his office, she slapped her papers down on the table in front of him with a proud pose. “Check this out!”

Mac quietly read over the papers. “What happens if you have people starving but there's not enough food to buy?”

Emma didn't respond. Shoot, I didn't think about that!

“What if there is food but you don't have enough money on you?”

“Err....” was all Emma got out.

“How about if the local noble doesn't cooperate?”

“I....”

“What about-”

“Hey, let me write these down first!” she shouted, playfully punching Mac.

After she had worked with Mac for a bit, he nodded “This is a good start.”

Emma sighed in relief as she set down her pen.

“I'm sure it will change more once we actually start implementing it.”

“More!?”

“Well, once we're actually doing everything, we might think of ways to improve it more.”

Emma scrunched up her head. “I'm all out of thinking power today.”

Mac laughed and gave her a kiss.

In the morning the next day, Mac slipped out early (before the sun was fully up) and down to Daisy's forge.

I need to keep working on this he thought, pulling out the knife we was working on. Well, it was supposed to end up as a knife, at the moment it still looked like a hunk of metal that had been somewhat flattened. At least I'm making progress he told himself.

As he was about to exit out into the yard, he ran into someone else coming in.

“Marie?” he asked. She was standing there, towel around her shoulders, wearing a loose shirt and pants, and was extremely sweaty.

Marie looked sideways for a moment but then nodded at Mac. “Sire.”

“Um, are you okay? I didn't expect to see you down here this early.”

Marie, wiping more sweat off her brow, responded “I could say the same of you. I was just exercising, since I'm stuck at my desk most of the time.”

Mac nodded, That makes sense. He looked down at himself. Luckily, he didn't seem like he had put on any weight. Or at least, he didn't think he had, since there wasn't any scales here. “I was heading down to the forge to work on this,” he explained, holding up his work-in-process knife. “I try to use it when I know Daisy will be asleep.”

Marie gave a smile, “Of course. Well, I won't keep you...” she said, giving another bow and heading in.

Mac looked at his stomach again. Maybe I should exercise sometimes, too, just to be safe...

After he had gotten the forge started, he heated up his knife and started hammering. While the noise was loud, luckily Daisy slept like a rock and wouldn't be waken up from just this much noise.

While he was able to wield the hammer alright, his main issue was his arms getting tired quickly. I need to work out my arms too.

Reheating the knife, as it had started to get cold, he saw a glint in the pre-dawn distance, up in one of the trees. Hmm, that's weird, why is there a light in a tree? If it was lower, I would think it might be a guard patrolling, but... As he was thinking, the light started circling the tree. Wait, is that...

On cue, Rhea flew over to him. “Hehe, did I scare you?”

Mac shook his head as he took the knife out and put it back on the anvil. “Were you just hanging out with the trees again?”

Rhea nodded, flexing her arms “Yeah, being with the trees helps me recharge my energy!”

“What are you using your energy on? You just sleep all day!” Mac teased her.

“Hey, I'm doing the job you gave me, making sure none of your partners get lonely!” she said, crossing her arms. “Although...”

Mac stopped hammering as she trailed off. “What? Should I worry about one of them?”

Rhea shook her head, “No. It should be fine. You can trust me,” she asserted, patting Mac on the shoulder and giving him a thumbs up.

Mac was slightly worried, but decided to trust Rhea, and returned to hammering his knife.

Rhea kept him company for a bit, before flying off in the direction of the palace. Mac, arms feeling pretty tired, decided to call it a day as the sun was rising. At least this is starting to resemble a knife he thought, looking at the now-slightly-sharper metal he had in front of him. He then headed back to the palace to wash up before breakfast.

Later in the afternoon, Mac was spending time with Eleanor, drinking tea in her room.

“Husband, take a look at this,” Eleanor said, handing over a piece of paper.

Mac read over the contents, which was a memo on the royal treasury. It was...actually looking a bit better than it had been.

Mac smiled, “We've gotten it up a bit, eh? Just in time too, since Emma will need some for her department...”

Eleanor nodded. “She will, but I was hoping to use some, too.”

Mac raised an eyebrow.

Eleanor continued, “I want to expand the zipper-dress production. Instead of just dresses, I want to start making male clothes as well. And we haven't even touched the commoner market, yet.”

Mac smiled, “I think that's a good investment.”

Eleanor smiled back, “I'm glad you agree,” and leaned over for a kiss.

Mac acquiesced, before asking “Have you been feeling alright?”

Eleanor nodded, looking at her stomach. “Yes...I'm a little worried I might put some weight back on though.”

Mac shook his head, “Please don't worry about that...”

At dinner that day, Mac gathered his partner's together.

“I think you knew this was coming, but we've sent out the request for troops to help take care of the bandit problem. It's not like we'll be able to get rid of them permanently, but if we can make the south safer, and more habitable again, that will help the country out a lot.”

They all nodded at his explanation.

“We're mustering south of Loren in a few days. While I need to go to lead, I don't...I really think you should all stay here. I don't want any of you in danger.”

Melissandra interjected, “I appreciate the thought Mac, but I really think at least one of us should accompany. You should have one of us act as your adjutant while you're there, and to make sure you don't put yourself in danger.”

Mac winced, I don't have much room to argue after the run-in with the legendary beast. “Okay, but who then?”

“Well, Eleanor and I can't go...” Melissandra said, looking around.

Felicia chimed in with a smirk “I probably shouldn't too, just to be safe.”

Emma shook her head, “I'd like too, but I need to work on preparing my job some more.”

Kay shrugged, “Father is trying to make our wedding the biggest in history, I think, so I was planning on going to go help some more with preparations.”

Charlotte poked her fingers together, “Um...Daisy and I have been making a lot of progress lately, so I wanted to keep working on the steam engine...”

Internally, Mac felt a bit relieved. “Well, if none of you can come...”

“Hey, hey!” said Rhea, flying in front of him. “If you just need someone to keep you out of danger, why not have Marie come?”

Marie, who was standing in the corner talking with Eleanor, looked up.

Melissandra nodded, “Actually, that's a great idea. She would probably be the best adjutant for you, as well.”

Marie held up her hand, “I don't...”

Eleanor nodded as well, “Honestly, besides his partners, I trust Marie to stop Mac from doing something dumb. Maybe more so, actually.”

Emma nodded as well, “Yeah, Marie will give you a stern talking too!”

I mean, I can't fault their line of thinking.

Turning to Marie, she gave a sideways smile, before nodding, “Alright, if you insist. I guess getting out of the palace for a bit would be nice.”

Preparing to Depart

The Kingdom of Ositania was the liveliest it had been since the King's first marriage a couple months ago. Nobles around the country were calling up troops, and departing for Loren, where the King would be launching a subjugation mission to rid part of the country of bandits.

While a few of the more ornery nobles grumbled at the mobilization, none could ignore the issues the bandits were now causing, and no protests made their way to the King's ear.

Said King was currently sitting in his bed, one of his fiance's bouncing on top of him.

“Fe, slow down,” Mac said, unable to even kiss her as she was moving up and down so quickly.

“No, I want you to get me pregnant before you leave!” she replied, sticking out her tongue.

Mac felt himself coming, and grabbed her as he thrusted upwards, moaning loudly.

Felicia giggled, “That was quick,” before wrapping her arms around him, pressing her chest into his.

“Well....when you go like that...” Mac panted. Between his early mornings and his late nights with his partners, he was looking forward to being able to relax a bit on his upcoming trip. If going to what is essentially a small-scale war can be relaxing at all, that is.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he gave Felicia a kiss and hugged her tight.

“To be honest, I might actually be already...” she blushed, holding his shoulders and looking at him.

Mac smiled, “Really?”

She nodded. “I've felt... a bit different the past few days. It's hard to say for sure though.”

“Well, just in case,” Mac said, starting to move up and down inside Felicia again, causing her to moan seductively.

After going another round, they cuddled together on the bed.

Mac looked at her smiling face. “Have you been...lonely at all lately?”

Felicia raised an eyebrow, “No...? I mean, I will be once you leave,” she giggled. “Why?”

Mac shook his head, “Just...making sure all my partners are doing okay.”

Felicia smiled, “You're too sweet,” and gave him a kiss.

“Phew, this is almost as much a workout as smithing,” Daisy explained, shoving some coal into the stove. Mac had explained to them at some point that burning coal would be quicker than using wood for heating the water, and they had switched to using that exclusively.

Setting down the shovel, she looked at her and Charlotte's handiwork, and gave a nod. “This is starting to look interesting.”

They had been working on the steam engine quite a bit lately, re-arranging pipes and making new ones that were stronger and better controlled the steam. It barely even looks like what we started with, Charlotte thought. “I think we need to connect the piston to a wheel somehow,” Charlotte said, intently staring at the piston, before checking the book on the table again. “I think we need it angled like this,” she said, drawing a rod with right angles on a sheet.

Daisy nodded, taking the sheet, “I'll go forge this up real quick.”

“Thanks. I'm going to keep working on this multiple-piston design...”

Daisy walked out of the palace and over to her hut, contemplating the best way to make the rod. Instead of welding two smaller rods on, it'll probably be more durable if I make one long one then bend the sides out...

Going into her hut to grab her tools, Daisy stopped at the door, noticing someone was sitting at her table, seemingly laid over head down on it, asleep.

“Mac?”

Mac almost fell out of his chair in surprise while being woken up.

“Haha, sorry. Were you hoping for some 'alone time' with your dwarf-lady?” she said, untying her sarashi. “I need to forge something for Charlotte, but if we make it quick-”

She stopped as Mac got down on one knee in front of her. Holding up a dagger, he asked, “Daisy. It's not the best, but hopefully you can accept it as a token of my affection. Will you marry me?”

Daisy teared up as she took the dagger. Inspecting it, the sides were uneven, and the handle a bit rough, but it was sharp, and would do the job if something needed stabbed.

“Of course!” she said, sheathing the dagger, and leaning over to make out with Mac.

As they were going, she picked up Mac and carried him over to her bed. She jumped up and saddled Mac, as he started massaging her breasts.

“You boob-fiend!” she giggled, taking off his shirt, she poked him in the chest in playful retaliation.

“Ow! Hey, you were the one who took off your sarashi while I was proposing!” Mac retorted back.

“Of course, I know what my future hubby is after!” she explained, leaning over and making out with him again.

Finishing undressing, Daisy slid herself on top of Mac, grunting a bit before using her arms to slide herself up and down.

“Wow, that's incredible,” Mac said, grabbing onto Daisy's sides.

Daisy smiled, “This feels pretty great on my end too.”

Mac grabbed Daisy tightly as he released inside her, slamming her down as he emptied himself.

Cuddling together as they caught their breath, Daisy suddenly shot up. “Shoot, I forgot about Charlotte!” she said, jumping out of bed and getting her clothes back on.

“Sorry...” Mac started, before Daisy gave him another kiss.

“No, she'll understand once I explain.”

Mac was about to stop her, but couldn't in time as she ran out the door, as he imagined how red Charlotte would be after hearing of what he and Daisy had just done.

“It seems like the mustering is going okay. I haven't heard of any issues,” Kay explained, taking a sip of tea.

Kelly, who was sitting across from her, nodded. “I have not, either. I wonder if Mac still has enough goodwill from the summoning that no one thinks of protesting?”

“That's possible,” Kay said, looking up and thinking.

After a few minutes of sipping in silence, Kelly asked, “How goes your wedding preparations?”

“Nyahaha, a bit crazy. I think Father has invited half the Kingdom to attend. And I think he's hired every chef and performer in the Kingdom to accommodate them.”

Kelly nodded, “Well, if his goal is to find partners for the rest of his children, he's probably going to succeed.”

Kay giggled, “Nyahaha, of course, that's good for us too.”

Kelly giggled back, “That's true.”

“Well, how about yours? Although I guess you have to wait for Fiona first...”

Kelly winced, “Not...well. Not because we aren't getting along,” she added quickly, seeing Kay was worried. “I don't think either of them know what they're doing. I'll probably need to just plan theirs myself so we can get to mine,” she explained, shaking her head as she sighed.

At the same time, Melissandra was lying in bed.

Ugh, I haven't even done anything and I feel so tired...

According to Tillie this was pretty normal, but she had been feeling really off ever since she had gotten pregnant. Of course, as long as the baby was fine, then she would just have to put up with whatever was thrown at her.

Suddenly, a streak of light flew in from the veranda.

“Rhea?” Melissandra asked.

“I sensed you weren't feeling well,” she explained, putting her hand on Melissandra's forehead.

Melissandra smiled, “Thanks.”

As she relaxed in silence for a few minutes, she looked at Rhea. “Hey, you should go with Mac too. Make sure he doesn't get into trouble.”

Rhea saluted, “Roger that! Actually I was planning on going anyway, he said he needed me for a special assignment. And it sounds kinda fun.”

Melissandra was taken aback, “I don't know if I would consider bandit subjugation 'fun'...”

Rhea shrugged, “Well, I can't stand those bandits, using my forests to hide while they attack other children. The faster we get them out and we get regular, nicer children back, the better.”

“I guess that's...hmm....” Melissandra's thoughts trailed off, deep in thought.

The next day, Mac woke up early again. Oh yeah, I already finished the knife, he thought, as he was getting out of bed. Sitting there, he was already feeling fairly awake. I should go exercise like I had thought about doing.

Giving a kiss to the still-sleeping Emma, he pulled on his tracksuit and quietly slipped out the door.

Walking through the quiet palace, he nodded to a few passing maids who were already busy scurrying about their duties this early, and walked out the front into the yard.

Hmm, I guess I could do a lap around the inner wall? Mac thought, taking off in a jog.

After a couple minutes of jogging, Mac was already exhausted. Holding himself against the wall, he leaned over, heaving for breath. I guess despite my 'activities' with my wives, jogging is still a lot.

Still trying to catch his breath, he heard a voice behind him.

“Sire?”

Mac turned to see Marie was jogging up behind him, clad in her loose shirt and pants again, towel around her neck.

Slowing down and stopping next to him, she had a worried look on her face. “Are you alright?”

Mac gave a weak smile. “You inspired me to start working out, but I guess I overdid it...”

he explained standing up straight as he finally managed to steady his breathing.

Marie seemed to blush a bit, “I'm sorry, I...”

“Haha, you don't need to be sorry, I obviously need it...”

Marie switched to a smile, “Would it be fine if I joined you?”

Mac smiled back, “Sure, I think I'm about ready to continue.”

They jogged side-by-side for a couple minutes, before Mac started to feel his chest burn again. Slowing down, he fell to his knees.

Marie stopped, noticing he had fallen. “Should we...should we walk instead?” she asked, breathing a bit heavy herself.

Mac nodded.

Marie held out her hand, helping Mac to his feet.

“Sorry, my hands are sweaty...”

Mac chuckled, “Well, so are mine,” he said, holding them up.

Marie nodded, and they continued walking along the wall.

After a couple minutes of silence, Marie asked “Have you getting along with with all your partners?”

Mac gave a wry smile. “I think so. If you're worried about more heirs, we'll probably have half a dozen by next year...”

Marie gave a melancholic smile, “And to think, a few months ago I couldn't even get you to sleep with Mel.”

“Yeah...honestly, you really helped me out a lot then, getting accustomed to this world.”

Marie was taken aback at first, but then smiled, “Of course. Like I've said, I was just doing my job.”

After they got back, they went their separate ways, and Mac went back to Emma's room.

“Hey! Where'd you go?” Emma said, seemingly a bit angry.

“I went to work out a bit. Actually, after today, I think I need to excercise more often...”

“I woke up and you were gone! I...” she stopped, narrowing her eyes and thinking, “Actually, I think I've gotten lazy, on the farm I would wake up that early too...”

Mac chuckled and gave her a kiss.