*Gene*

“The fucking Breeder had her babies?” I repeat to the servant who has just barged into my bathroom to give me this news. I am taking a soak in my garden tub, and the scents of roses, lilacs, and other flowers are wafting around me. I had found it soothing until a few moments ago when this idiot barged in.

“Yes, she did,” he says, swallowing hard as he tries not to look directly at me. He’s probably afraid he’ll see my wee wee and never feel like a real man ...