PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
Milia was embarrassed. Beyond that, even. Ashamed. Humiliated.
She and her husband, Richard, were wed to bind their families together. A political marriage. She didn't love him and he didn't love her. But they saved face in public and played a convincing game of house for the common folk.
Imagine her surprise when she discovered Richard was infertile. She would kill herself from the shame.
"Well, you need an heir," her mother said over a martini, "it is the way of things."
How the hell was she supposed to produce an heir for a man shooting blanks?
"Perhaps a breeder would suffice?" Her father suggested, and her mother as well as her in laws agreed.
Milia had no choice but to agree. She let her father handle everything, and soon this donor would arrive to live in her home. She didn't know anything about him except that he was one of the best in the business.
She and her husband, Richard, were wed to bind their families together. A political marriage. She didn't love him and he didn't love her. But they saved face in public and played a convincing game of house for the common folk.
Imagine her surprise when she discovered Richard was infertile. She would kill herself from the shame.
"Well, you need an heir," her mother said over a martini, "it is the way of things."
How the hell was she supposed to produce an heir for a man shooting blanks?
"Perhaps a breeder would suffice?" Her father suggested, and her mother as well as her in laws agreed.
Milia had no choice but to agree. She let her father handle everything, and soon this donor would arrive to live in her home. She didn't know anything about him except that he was one of the best in the business.