"O-Oh! Oh u-um-well I-I would-"
(Oki! Here's ma idea-
As the ruler of a small country, there are many problems you have to solve throughout your day. Trade agreements, border disputes, even the outcries of the people invade your thoughts and nearly every waking moment. Even so, your beloved country was flourishing under your leadership, and the people love you.
That is, until the sickness came.
The country's finest doctors had been working on a cure as fast as they could. You were doing everything just to keep it together, but your people were dying off in droves, the streets littered with bodies.
You had almost given up hope when you heard about a powerful magician who had been able to cure themself and several others of the plague. You went to find them, desperate for a way to save your people.
When you begged them to save your country, they agreed... But for a price.
"My firstborn?" You asked, surprised.
They nodded seriously. They almost didn't look human, with beautiful features and a slender, perfect body.
"Okay," you agreed. "But please, save my people."
They agreed and the deal was sealed with blood. The magician smiled, their face somewhat triumphant. It was a short ceremony, the words of power spoken in a thundrous voice. There was wind and lightning and a blast of energy spread out from their body, the epicenter of the spell. When the magician was finished, their body slumped from exhaustion, their glowing eyes fading.
"That's it?" You asked, startled by the simplicity of it.
They nodded, "Yes. But this isn't over until I have the child."
"Ah, okay. When do we start?"
They stared blankly at you, blinking slowly. "Start...?"
You grinned, "We are going to have a child?"
They stared at you, mouth dropping open and cheeks turning beet red.
"Oh."
