“First, let us bring some of my daughters to the meeting,” Antyny said to Sheyric. “To entice them to maintain their vows of betrothal.”
“An excellent idea, my King,” Sheyric said. “We will be passing by the Princesses’ quarters on the way. Whichever daughters are there may come with us.” They passed by the quarters for the octuplets, and Sheyric opened the door. Antyny’s heart sunk. His pride and joy, the octuplets, had become women? Immediately, he knew something to be afoot. After all, the octuplets had been female before he transformed them into sons.
It seemed only two of his “daughters” were in their quarters. The others were elsewhere. Antyny looked up and down Lysabel (previously Lysandre) and Aria (previously Arias). Both had the fine figure of their concubine mother, that whore Janessa, and were comely. But Aria was very obviously the more beautiful of the two, as she looked near identical to Janessa, who was still the most beautiful woman Antyny had ever seen. The only feature Aria had of Antyny’s was her straight nose.
“Daddy, we get to meet our betrothed?” Aria asked eagerly. Her voice was light and lovely. Lysabel crossed her arms.
“I was busy magicking my gowns to fit the latest fashions from Estrellia,” she whined. “And I already told you, Daddy, I do not wish to know my betrothed until it is final.”
“I am more than happy,” Aria said cheerfully. She bounced on the balls of her feet. Her sizable bust jostled with the movement. “I have asked for a partner in bed for so long, but Daddy refuses to give permission. Now, I will finally meet him!” Antyny silently cursed whomever had transformed the octuplets. Lysandre was the most powerfully magical of his sons, with a vicious streak that made him perfect for war magic. Now, he was using that skill to change dresses? Arias, the physically strongest son of Antyny, whose size and muscles made most opponents give up on sight, was short, slender, and only had thoughts of sex with men on her mind?
“Yes, you will be meeting your betrothed soon,” Shayric said. “Now, come with. And be the proper Princesses you were raised as.” Antyny scowled. The octuplets had been raised to be strong Princes, not proper Princesses! As they continued for the room the men were waiting in, they passed by a beautiful young woman. Judging by her perfect figure, blonde hair, and blue eyes, this was another of Antyny’s transformed children.
“Liira!” Aria said cheerfully. She linked her arm with her sister’s. “We are to meet our betrothed!”
“We are?” Liira asked, sounding nervous, yet excited.
“Do not get too eager,” Lysabel said snidely. “After all, the runt will get the best man willing to take her, not the best man overall.” Liira rolled her eyes. Based off her appearance and Lysabel referring to her as the runt, Antyny determined that this young woman used to be Liiran, his least favorite and most valueless octuplet. Perhaps he could keep only her as a woman, then marry her off to whichever suitor was the most valuable. The Crown Prince of Estrellia, a kingdom Antyny had long sought diplomatic relations with, was her age and seeking a wife. Liiran was no catch, but a woman’s highest value was in her looks, which Liira had in spares.
They continued to make their way to the room. As they walked, Antyny carefully cast a detecting spell on his daughters without being noticed. It would allow him to tell whether they were under the influence of some form of magic, and from there, he could decide his next move.