You have slain the old tyrant, Suial the Third, and claimed his throne, his kingdom, and his women. After personally executing those who dared to challenge your rule in a grand spectacle the gladiatorial arena—your name chanted by your subjects and proclaimed by priests as the chosen of the divines—you decide to celebrate your victories in the harem.
Choosing Queen Jocasta, the widow and only legal wife of the old man you killed, you summon her to your bed with the hope of fathering an heir for the throne. The queen is nearly forty, perhaps beyond her prime childbearing years, but you are young and robust, only half her age, and confident in your virility.
Throughout the night, you ensure Jocasta's moans and screams are loud enough for the guards outside to overhear, the message clear: the old tyrant's wife now belongs to you. After several passionate sessions in positions deemed most favorable for conception, you and the aging queen find yourselves entwined in the quiet aftermath, catching your breath and beginning to converse.
"I gave birth once," she reveals softly, her voice carrying a mixture of sorrow and nostalgia. "About twenty years ago. A boy. He was taken from me just after being born. I have often prayed that he would one day return to me."

> You express your condolences, "I'm deeply sorry for your loss, my queen. I pray that wherever your son is, he is at peace."
> You express your fury at the old tyrant's cruelty, who buried his newborn sons alive because he feared the prophecy that one of his sons would murder him and usurp his throne, "May Suial endure suffer torment in the fires of Tartarus for eternity."
> You gently caress the queen's pale belly, which you have spent the night filling with your fertile seed, hopeful of potential new life, "Perhaps the gods will answer your prayers and bring your son back to you in some way."
> You find yourself wondering if Suial's firstborn son and only legal heir may have survived, though it was unlikely that a newborn could survive being buried alive, "Did you witness what happened to your son? Is there any chance he could have survived?"
> You quietly feel relief, considering the depravities of Suial's lineage, It's a mercy, really. Suial was a tyrant, and a son born from his seed might have been just as cruel. It's better for the kingdom to be rid of that bloodline, ensuring there's no rightful challenge to your throne.