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Alpha king Ozar.

“What!” I yell after Agnes whispers into my ear.

The assembled courtiers around the round table flinch and they look at me in devastation.

"A procreation calendar?" I ask. It feels as though I have heard it incorrectly.

“Y—yes, your majesty.” Agnes stutters.

My courtiers exchange nervous glances, none daring to meet my gaze.

"Where is the dowager? will not be treated like a mere stud to be managed at someone else's whim.” I say, rising from my seat and Agnes has something to say.

“Your majesty, you made Yeri your consort. What are arguing for?” Agnes says and I take a moment to pause. I look around the table and I see that the ministers are looking at me in shocked expressions.

“This meeting is adjourned.” I say, and in a hasty motion, they rise up and begin to exit the council room.

“When did she do this?” I ask.

“I heard from the servants that she took Yeri into the purity room. The dowager checked her.”

“Checked her?” I ask, wondering the depth of her checking.

“Sh