Breeder

“I don’t care! I’m not going to do it!” A deep voice yelled from a hallway. The cause of the outburst was a man marching down the hall with a look of pure rage on his face. He was a big man. Although he wore a white shirt and black pants you could tell that his body was one that had seen many years of physical training and fights. Just six feet six inches he was all muscle and height. His hair was dark brown cut short to frame his face. Icy blue eyes narrowed looking behind him, “I cannot do what you are asking of me.”

Another man followed him. He had the same kind of muscle tone and was wearing the same clothes, but you could tell that he was of lower status. “Zaylon. This is important for your country. You know our laws!” His told the other man trying to catch his breath a little. “You must produce an heir to be the next king. If you don’t Rolen becomes king and our entire country starts fighting unnecessary wars.”

Zaylon sighed as he walked into a room filled with chairs and books. His companion followed him shutting the door. “Namen keep your voice down, you never know who might be listening…” Zaylon trailed off while he sat down. He knew what his friend and adviser was telling him, but to produce an heir out of the question. He was a Rilian. Although at first that may not sound like anything special, it was very important fact when it came to the subject reproducing. The Rilian system was one of the biggest in the universe, consisting of almost thirty small major planets and seven minor planets. The biggest planet in the system was known as Lusin, capital of the Rilians. It was where most of the business was done and where the Rilian royalty lived.

Zaylon was a royal; he was the second son of King Rolete. He was also the governor of the West District. It was the part of the system that was in charge of most of the military power. “You know my brother will become the next king. And it will be my duty to be the military adviser. That’s the way our laws work. That’s what I’ve been training for all my life.” He told Namen.

Namen shook his head, “But your brothers is a greedy power hungry idiot! All the nobles know it. All the people know it. Even if he has been learning at your father’s he doesn’t know the first thing about being a leader. But you do! The West District has the fewest problems of all the Districts, and people who live there nearly had a revolt when your father tried to switch you to the North. You’re fair, just, you know when and when not to use power, you have a clean record. You are everything your brother is not. The people would make you the Crown Prince if you just filled the requirements.”

Zaylon nodded having heard all of this before, knowing what was coming next. Namen started listing of the requirements, “You need to have passed the Ordeal of Manhood. The Oracle has to acknowledge that you will you be a better leader than the current Heir. And you need to have an heir of your own. All this you need to do before the Council of Nobles can vote that you become the new Crown Prince.” He counted on his fingers while pacing around the room. “The only thing you lack is the heir.”

“But you know what it’s like for a female to conceive, carry, and birth a child of our kind! How can I possibly force that on any female?” The prince asked in a hard tone. Rilians were somewhat famous for their painful mating. It was a very painful experience for any female to endure. Pregnancy was just as diffacult. While in the womb the child required a lot of energy, which exhausted the mother by the she was ready to go into labor. Most mothers didn’t survive and if they did it was even rarer for them to have another child. “I can’t put a woman though that.”

Namen sighed and sat down. “You don’t have a choice. Zaylon your father is getting old. His time to join the spirits is coming. I have sources telling me your brother is planning on starting a war with at least six other systems when he’s crowned. We don’t need that kind of war. It could lead to a rebellion. We need you.” Namen he said his voice is soft.

The prince was silent for a long time lost in thought. Finally the silence was broken. “Fine. I’ll do it.” was all he said.

Namen smiled and gave him a slap on the shoulder. “ We already have a plan. There are some finical backers who have set aside a fund for you. Yozua is having his annual Breeder auction. You need to go to it and see find a female there. There are rumors that this year he has a Tyrian. They have a seventy percent birth rate! See if you can get that one. Spare no expense.” Namen told him as his stood to leave the prince with his thoughts. “I know you don’t like this Zaylon, but it is for the greater good.” With that he left.

Zaylon walked over to a nearby window and looked at the night sky. “I don’t know who you are yet, but thank you for carrying my child. I’m sorry I have to do this do to you, however I won’t let you die. I promise.”

A/N: Wow I didn’t expect as much feed back as I received. Thank you so much everybody I’m really glad you liked it. Like always any feed back you have is welcome.