Reluctant Heirs

Your father, the King Titus of Veladane, has always been obsessed with continuing the royal legacy. He always talks about wanting many grandsons to bolster his lineage and keep the throne secure within the family. This always seemed hypocritical to you given that you, Prince of Veladane, are his only son. You don't really feel old enough to start a family and the very idea has never interested you. You admitted as much to your father one day which sent him in a fit of rage. "My legacy, our lineage, will not end with you!"

You've never seen him so angry, but that doesn't change your mind. The next day you noticed a servant carrying a paper flyer and you noticed it featured a picture of you. You ask the servant what the flyer was and they replied it was something the King ordered to be posted in all town bulletins and brothels. Your heart sinks as your read the paper. The text of the flyer, surrounding a realistic drawing of you, reads "Your chance to become royalty is here! All eligible, fertile women report to the palace immediately."

You take the flyer and go to the throne room to confront your father. As you approach, he sits back comfortably on the throne, his expression mocks you as he holds back a smile. He doesn't flinch as you demand an explanation to the flyer. The King flatly states that it's time for you to become a man. You exclaim that you'll never marry any of these women. "Marry?!" he said laughing. "That's not exactly what I had in mind... You're dismissed." You leave confused and livid. "Of course he intends to marry me to one of these women, what else could it be?", you think to yourself.

The next day you wake to your father coming into your room trailed by two guards. "Get up. Today our bloodline continues!" he exclaims as the guards grab your arms and pull you from your bed. They lead you to one of the largest rooms in the palace. Your father opens the huge ornate doors to a massive crowd in waiting. The guards ignore your protest as they throw you into the room. Before the doors slam shut behind you, you heard your father shout, "You may leave these chambers only after producing an army!". You slam your fist on the locked door.

Regaining composure, you remember that you're not alone. You slowly turn to meet the ravenous gaze of dozens of women. Their attire suggests this to be the largest harem you've ever seen. The middle of the room is dominated by a massive bed, several women sit on it with an inviting, expectant look. You feel faint. With a shaky voice you say "I am your Prince and you will not touch me. Gather your belongings and leave." Your words are met with soft laughter from the crowd. You hear one women near you say, "The King said that you'd put up a fight." Another woman followed with an alluring tone, "My lovely princeling... your father has given each of us strict orders, and we intend to obey."