“Do you have my list, Fealtor?!” the Queen demanded impatiently. She wanted to know who would be the father of her child.
“Yes, my Queen, here it is.”
The Queen read over the list, looked over each man, his powers, his prowess.
“I’ll have this one.”
“He’s married my Queen, his wife is expecting.”
“Then he is virile and easy to motivate. Unless you have a problem with that?”
“Of course not, my Queen, it would be my pleasure,” Fealtor smiled.
“Then make the arrangements.”