The tournaments ended with the wins of Linnea from the orcs and a unique ghoulah. They would soon become the new and first queens of the kingdom after that successful, one-of-a-kind event ended.

The kingdom generated bountiful revenue and boosted its marketability as an entertainment destination, reputation, and exposure. Now, all the creation knows about the kingdom of Amaris, the good and the bad ones, which was a stern warning to the new security generals to tighten their operations.

At the moon’s council, in Rohan’s office.

Rohan sat at his marble desk and reviewed his government's paperwork. He called in Linnea to vet her before officially making her his wife. The door was knocked, and Rohan invited the knocker in. Linnea entered and closed the door behind her. She approached Rohan and said, “I’m honored to be here, my king.”

Rohan dropped the paper he held, looked at her, crossed his legs and said, “Grab a chair and sit beside me.”

Linnea smiled, grabbed a chair, and sat beside Rohan. He extended his hand and said, “Before you shake my hand, you should know that lying to a servant is punishable by death. Betraying a servant is punishable by death. This is your last chance to walk away.”

Linnea held his hand firmly and said menacingly, “What type of woman do you take me for?”

Rohan held her hand firmer, trying to enforce his dominance. He glared into her eyes and asked, “Are you one of the faithful, Linnea?”

Linnea glared back and answered, “Yes.”

“Do you swear undying fidelity to me and only me?” Rohan asked.

“Yes,” Linnea answered.

“Do you swear always to give birth to my children, no matter how many or what health risks their births bring?” Rohan asked.

“Yes,” Linnea answered.

“Do you swear to protect the state’s and our household secrets?” Rohan asked.

“Yes,” Linnea answered.

Rohan let go of her hand, leaned back, passed her a marriage contract, and said, “Sign this paper… wife of mine.”

Linnea kept staring at him while signing the paper perfectly. Rohan took the paper, glanced at it, placed it aside, and said, “Congratulations, Linnea. You’re the first queen of Amaris.”

Linnea kept staring at him in displeasure. Rohan furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “What?”

Linnea stared and asked, “Where’s the mating?”

Rohan turned to his desk and said, “Soon enough.”

Linnea gripped Rohan’s collar, pinned him against the wall, and growled, “A marriage isn’t sealed without mating!”

“Well, dammit, woman, I’m busy!” Rohan argued.

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Linnea slammed Rohan against the wall and growled, “We mate now!!”

Rohan stared at her in displeasure; he looked to the side, opened a portal, pointed at it, and said, “Through here.”

Linnea threw him into the portal and jumped after him. After five hours of unrelenting mating, the unloved Linnea has been loved, proving her victim, Andrea, wrong.

The next day, in Rohan’s office.

Rohan sat on his chair with visible pain in his movements and leaned back while sighing in relief. He leaned on his desk and began his paperwork again. Minutes passed, and the door was knocked. Rohan invited the knocker in. It was the winner of the ghoul tournament, Rihanna.

She was a tomboy, not the lesbian type. She had full lips and hazel siren eyes. Her young complexion and beauty make you wonder if it’s gay to like her; you know the type I’m talking about. Her body was slim and toned. She wore a tight-fit dress that displays her figure, which, yet again, makes you wonder if it’s gay to like it. She wore a light veil as if that would convince anyone she was a modest woman while simultaneously showing her ass to the public.

Rohan looked at her, then at his desk while holding his head and muttered, “For fuck’s sake.”

Rihanna frowned at Rohan and snarled, “What did you just say!?”

Rohan looked at her and said, “Nothing.” He pointed at a chair and said, “Grab a chair and sit beside me.”

Rihanna sat on a far-away couch, crossed her arms and legs, pointed at the seat beside her authoritatively, and said, “You come here; I’m not some servant girl for you to order around.”

Rohan sighed, stood, and went to her. He sat beside her roughly and stared at her. She stared at him haughtily.

Rohan extended his hand and said, “I assume your uncle told you about the conditions.”

“Yes,” She answered.

He gestured to his hand.

She grabbed it forcefully and said, “I’m ready.”

Rohan gripped forcefully, trying to assert his dominance, but he was surprised to see that Rihanna grabbed his hand harder, making both their authorities collide.

Rohan looked into her eyes and asked, “Are you one of the faithful, Rihanna?”

Rihanna glared at him and snarled, “Of course I am!”

“Do you swear undying fidelity to me and only me?” Rohan asked.

Rihanna’s eyes twitched; she never liked being a subordinate, yet her competitive spirit wouldn’t allow her to throw away the chance to marry a servant. She looked into Rohan’s eyes and answered, “Yes!”

Now was the most challenging question.

“Do you swear always to give birth to my children, no matter how many they are or what health risks their births bring?” Rohan asked.

Rihanna became angry, grabbed Rohan’s collar, and lashed out, “What type of question is this!?”

Rohan stared into her eyes and said calmly, “You either say yes, or I’ll take the number two contender as a wife.”

Rihanna leaned back, gasped in awe, and muttered, “Damn you!” She cleared her throat and answered, “Yes.”

“Do you swear to protect the state’s and our household secrets?” Rohan asked.

Rihanna sighed and answered, “Yes.”

Rohan let go of her hand. He went to his desk, brought back the marriage contract, and placed it before Rihanna. He sat beside her, crossed his legs, and said, “Sign the contract, Rihanna.”

Rihanna glared at him and signed the contract.

Rohan stood, looked at her, and said, “Congratulations, Rihanna. You’re the second queen of Amaris.” He turned back to return to his desk, but Rihanna called him angrily.

He looked at her and asked, “What?”

Rihanna hesitated to say what she wanted to say, but she gathered her courage and said it. “We’re… married now,” Rihanna weakly said. Certainly not the best way to demand your marital rights.

Rohan furrowed his eyebrows and said, “Yes. You can head to my home now. V will lead you there.”

Rihanna became furious, she stood, and growled, “Damn you, Rohan! You bedded that green ape, but not me! I am clearly more appealing than her!”

“Linnea isn’t as spineless as you,” Rohan said to provoke her.

Rihanna got mad at his comment; she grabbed the nearest vase and flung it at his face. She pointed at the exit and yelled, “Let’s go home! Now!!”

Rohan picked off the remains of the vase from his robes. He opened a portal, dragged Rihanna by her ear, and they entered it.

After seeing the first meetings of Rohan’s wives, we can be assured that this marriage would be nothing less than toxic and abusive. I wonder what their kids will grow up to be. Spouse beaters? Drug addicts? Or maybe they’ll become TikTok dancers?

Only time will tell, or the Channel Five news reporting about Rohan being given seven warning shots in the chest in a domestic abuse incident.

The End