"Daniel has to win. Entirah's eggs are drask eggs. I know it in my heart Master! Daniel has to be the father!" I held Mickie's hand as we watched the votes roll in.
Mickie and I got drunk and passed out with the TV on. Last I saw my son was behind by 1.5%
"Master."
"Master wake up!"
"Mickie, I'm tired. It's hard to breathe here." I moaned.
"Master the results are in! Come see!" Mickie pulled me out of bed. The TV was still on.
"King Daniel's coronation will be today, at 17:00. It will be carried by our news center and all other media. Long live the king! Long Live our Queens! And, Long Live Demoja Frask!" The news anchor said.
She turned off the screen.
"I started writing your speech, and I set up a dinner after the coronation and wedding. Mistress Entirah will meet you here after the party so she can plant her egg. You will then go to Master Daniel's quarters. We need to get you in body makeup! Master listen to me!" Mickie was pleading.
I shook off the hangover as best I could. Mickie went to work painting me red.
I stood in front of a massive crowd with a security force twice the normal size, as Entirah and Daniel were also by my side.
"This is a great day! My son, the king will put his heir inside of me tonight, hopefully it is born as the new Demoja Frask! A Nanny to rule!" I just had a feeling it would be. Something about Entirah's eggs. Mickie knew it too. She tasted it in Entirah's eggs.
I waited till the crowd calmed.
"Tonight I will get pregnant. Then Queen Entirah and myself will go back to Earth. Those earthly slaves are being freed, as the Slud fill the jobs that the human slaves once did. I must oversee this. I am Gork, but I still love my former race. My kind will always be substitute drasks for you, so that our joined race can continue." I lowered my voice.
"But I have a feeling. Deep in my guts, that the next royal born will be Frask!!!" I yelled to get the crowd uplifted.
I stepped back and was escorted safely to my apartment in the Palace. Mickie was packing. I turned on the screen to see my wife speak. She was killing it. The population was eating from her hand.
My wall turned blue. I hit the square.
"Hey Baby!" Nuphies voice came over the speakers.
"My love? You watching this?" I asked.
"Yes! Can't wait to hear what the new King has to say!" Nuphies was excited.
"Hi Mistress!" Mickie interrupted.
"Mickie dear, are you taking care of my Frask?" Nuphies asked in a mock stern voice.
"Of course my Queen I am packing his bags. As soon as he's all prego, we are coming home!" Mickie said gleefully.
"Good slave. You should get pregnant too, Valerie needs siblings little red." Entirah said in a motherly voice.
"Tell my Master that dearest Queen!" Mickie teased.
"SHH!" I said. Our son took the stage. We watched the screen intently.
"My great peoples! It is a pleasure to serve as your King! It is pure bliss that I am married to my Frakka, sorry..." He laughed. "My Demoja Frask, my Mother Nuphies, and my mate, soon to be wife, Queen Entirah!" He started his speech with fanfare.
"Peace will flow over our planets. I promise this. The Gork kind will have natural drasks again. The cure is so close, I can smell it. I want the people of Earth to be free and work with us, side by side to create a coalition of two races for the further defense of the Milky Way galaxy!!" Daniel riled up the people and I was so proud of him. On the widescreen opposite, Nuphies was wiping tears from her eyes as she smiled.
"Thank you for coming out today, but if you don't mind I have a dinner to attend, and a drask to put into my Frakka!" My son yelled. I turned off the feed.
I went to the dinner hall. Little Darryl came running at me as soon as I walked in. She quite literally jumped into my arms.