Mediterranean Bonds

Palermo, Sicily, 12th century AD

Rays of sunshine invade the crown prince's bedroom as the Sun dawned on Sicilian landscapes. Enrico, Prince of Sicily, and heir to the entire Kingdom, awakens. His blue eyes opened softly, as he wasn't yet ready to begin that long, dreadful day. He calmly moves his pale hands gently on his forehead, so he could get his chestnut-brown curly hairs out of the way from his eyesight. Slowly, he sits, looking around, trying to gain motivation to get up. He gently moves his legs off the bed so he can properly get up, and as he does, Enrico tiredly lifts his arms, stretching as much as he can, yawning silently. His princely body wasn't impressive, for typical masculine standards. Enrico wasn't very tall, nor was he muscular, his fit body was only defined enough for people not to think the heir to the throne was a slacker. Though he was.

Enrico dresses in his clothing for the day, his upper apparel was made from the best silk found in Palermo, designed with dark red coloring with white squares and golden patterns, all around the chest.

The prince walks to the door, to leave his royal chamber. He knows today will be specially boring. As the heir to the Kingdom of Sicily, he didn't have most of his days free like his siblings. Although they all had a rigid routine of preparations and studying, Enrico's routine was the harsher of all, with very little time for leisure. And today would be specially tedious. You see, the realm had recently started diplomatic work with other realms to the south of the Mediterranean, African sultanates and kingdoms ready to increase their commercial tradings with Sicily.

The King wanted his heir to learn every single important part of being a ruler, so he always demanded the Prince to be present during important meetings and businesses of the crown.

The Castle had received a committee of 10 Numidian and Tunisian princes and diplomats, not to mention all the guards that came to escort them. They had been staying there for the past few days, and would continue to be there by the end of the week. For most of the court, including the Prince himself, it was their first time seeing African men. For the first time in his life, Enrico felt... troubled. Troubled with himself. As an heir-prince, he was raised to grandeur, and to aim to be a man of great inspiration. For the past few days, he didn't feel like so. In fact, for the first time in his life, Enrico may have felt less of a man. Even though he had just reached his adulthood, still with a glaring youth, he felt like just a boy. Small, fragile, helpless. Never had he seen men built like that. Taller than his father, physically stronger than most (if not all) the Royal Guards, and... more... appealing than him.

Enrico was, in fact, an attractive young man, most Sicilian girls and women who had seen him thought greatly of him. Inside the Castle grounds, he would always receive licentious looks. Not recently, though. Since the committee from Africa came, women in the castle seemed distracted, looking at them, gossiping, looking for them when they weren't in sight, and they just couldn't stop looking. Enrico had never seen anything like that before. Sometimes, he caught himself looking as well.

Enrico walked down the hallway, destined to go to the Throne Room to meet his father, so he could get the brief explanation of everything that would happen in the meeting and the negotiations, he was ready to pretend he wasn't bored all the way through. However, as Enrico walked, before he exited the residential area of the castle, strange noises could be heard from one of the rooms.

Enrico looked, intrigued, wondering would could be happening. As he approached the sound, he realized it came from his sister's chambers, Princess Lucilia. The Crown Prince approached the closed doors so he could hear better. All he could hear were strange noises his sister was making, her voice emitted odd sounds, Enrico was unsure if they were from pain of pleasure, never had he heard a woman moaning like that before. Intrigued, he looked down to the keyhole, and lowered his head so his eyes could actually through it, so he could have a glimpse of what was going on.

That vision was in itself more intriguing than the sounds. Princess Lucilia, layed in her bed, had her legs lifted up and wide open, leaning on the shoulders of a tall, muscular and handsome black man. Clearly one of the envoys from one of the African realms. Both were completely undressed, the man used his strong arms to hold the princess' legs while his hips moved vigorously towards her. As he pushed forward, Lucilia moaned loudly at each thrust. Her head was tilting back, as the young woman was unable to control the pleasure spasms her body felt all over.

Enrico surely knew what sex was, but he had never done it, or seen it, before. That first impression caused unexplainable sensations on the young prince's body. His heart pumped so fast, his forehead started to sweat and his legs started to shake, however he couldn't move, for some reason he was stuck there, unable to stop looking at that scene. Enrico was hypnotized by the scene of his sister being pleasured by a big and strong ebony man.

Enrico started feeling a tight sensation down on his crotch, watching that scene, even from afar, gave him what was probably the hardest erection he ever had. The Prince kept looking, unable to even grasp how much time had passed since he started, a part of him didn't want that moment to end. Enrico's hard dick dropped some pre-cum in his underwear, the sounds of that African cock clapping against his sister's body as she moaned loudly made Enrico feel differently from everything he had ever felt. The Prince was in love.

"Your Highness?"

The sound of that voice behind the prince made Enrico jump frightened, wondering if he got caught. As he turned back, awoken from his trance, he saw Patricio, his own Steward.

Patricio was originally from the region of Lombardia, he had arrived Sicily in his youth, and has served the ruling Dynasty since decades before Enrico was even born. After the prince was born, Patricio was assigned as his personal Royal Steward, his mission was to serve and assist the Crown Prince in all his needs and duties.

"P-Patricio! Good morning!"

Enrico blushed harder than he ever had during his lifetime, hoping that his steward didn't notice what just happened.

"And to you as well, Sire. His Majesty, the King, has solicited your presence in the Business Lounge."

The steward said, unmoved by whatever he had just presenced. Patricio, throughout the years, had learned not to react to whatever circumstances he witnesses in the Royal Family. A steward's job is to remain invisible until solicited.

"Wha- al-already? But, we didn't even had our colazione!"

The Prince, unaware of the time, inquired.

"Your Highness, breakfast time was over 2 hours ago. The chamber's stewardesses were simple unable to wake you up. The Queen is furious, and the King has been waiting for you in the Lounge for the past 10 minutes."

Patricio said, still without demonstration a single hint of emotion in his face.

"What?! I'll be in so much trouble!"

Enrico sprinted towards the exit of the residential sector of the castle, running so he could meet his father in time for the meeting.

As Patricio was left alone, he simply looked toward the wooden door that lead to Princess Lucilia's chambers. Previously, obscene noises could be heard, but now it was absolute silent. Clearly whoever was behind that door had noticed someone was chatting outside the room, and stopped whatever they were doing. As he had this realization, Patricio left.

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The Crown Prince could barely focus. The meeting had been going for the past hour, but Enrico barely heard a dozen words that were spoken there. He couldn't stop thinking about what he'd seen in his sister's bedroom. And as he remembered that vision, and cherished it in his imagination, he looked at the African princes and diplomats that were speaking to his father, the King, and his royal advisors. Those man were built just like the one who was with his sister. They were strong, tall, attractive, and for some reason Enrico tried to imagine whatever they were hiding behind their vests. Perhaps great signs of manhood, as he saw an hour before.

After more half an hour of business, diplomacy and trading, the meeting was over, and it was time for the afternoon feast. As the Royal Family and their guests joined that big table. Enrico ate very little, he didn't feel hungry, in fact, he was in a hurry to leave. He couldn't stop looking at the guests from the other side of the Mediterranean sea, and his crotch felt tighter and tighter for some reason.

After yet another hour, that was finally over as well. Enrico couldn't hear anything, even when the King scolded him for being irresponsible, he payed no attention, the prince's brain melted into another reality, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. It was like his body floated around the air and his mind was in the clouds.

The Prince rushed back to the royal residence sector of the castle, hoping to lock himself in his chambers for at least half an hour and try to understand whatever was happening to him. But before he could reach the big wooden doors of the Crown Prince's chambers, the heir heard an interruption.

"You were looking, weren't you?"

As he turned back, he saw his sister down the hallway, moving to his direction.

"I, uh... don't know what you're talking about."

Enrico tried his best to lie, but his blushing and stuttering gave him away.

"Don't you think I haven't noticed you during the meal, Enrico. You are uneasy for a reason. And I know what it is."

Lucilia approached her slightly older brother as she spoke.

"Lucilia, I said I don't know what..."

"But don't worry!" she said, interrupting him. "I understand. I am uneasy as well."

As Lucilia looked her brother deep in his eyes, she smirked, then turned back and started walking towards the exit of the residential sector.

"I didn't see! I didn't!"

Enrico shouted, but was ignored. He hated that.

The prince, in denial, proceeded to walk to his chambers. Reaching the door, he opened them, entered, then closed them shut. He didn't want to see his sister again for the rest of the day.

"She got really worried after we noticed you were behind that door." The sudden deep voice in his room made Enrico scream as he frighteningly turned his back and leaned against the door. "But don't worry, I kept her going afterwards, she loved it."

The same man that Enrico saw earlier with Lucilia was now in his room, talking to him. He didn't wear any upper vests, but his lower body was properly covered. First thing Enrico noticed was that man's incredible muscular chest and abs. So grand and defined he had never seen something similar.

"What?! Who... you... You are not supposed to be here! Leave right this instant!"

Enrico demanded, if there was one thing the Prince could do, was give orders.

But the man was untouched by the boy's arrogance.

"Your sister was kind enough to give me entrance to your chambers, boy."

The man approached Enrico slowly, with a naughty smirk on his face. His dreads in his hair moved as he walked, and that deep voice made Enrico shiver.

"My sist... That is Princess Lucilia to you! And don't you dare call me boy! To you I am Your Royal Highness Prince Enri..."

Before Enrico could finish his cocky attitude, the man finally got near him, lifted his left hand towards the prince's direction, and the boy stopped talking, flinching, afraid he was going to get hit.

But he wasn't hit. The African man's big strong hands instead caressed Enrico's cheeks, and his thumb touched the boy's freckles, trying to feel them.

"And to you, I am Sir Hassen... boy!"

"I... I... will not... call you... s-s-sir..."

Enrico tried to get cocky and authoritative again, but his stuttering, shivering and sweating clearly undermined any authority he could have.

Hassen laughed.

"Heh... you are a cute one."

His dark hands now caressed Enrico's hair, gently.

Being called "cute" was definitely new to the prince.

"I... uh..."

Enrico felt sweaty, and confused. His arousal from before, had become fear, and then became arousal once again. His legs shivered, and the erection he had before had came back. His underwear felt tighter than ever, Enrico didn't know what was happening to him.

"Shh... it's alright, boy." Hassen smiled, as his right hand touched Enrico's hips vigorously, moving the prince toward his direction, making their bodies get so close they could feel the heat from one another.

"I... I... just... sorry... sir?"

Enrico's words didn't make sense, but his eyes widened after he finished that sentence. It was the first time he called anyone "Sir", other than his father.

Hassen laughed again. Quickly as that, the Crown Prince had submitted to him.

Enrico didn't understand what this man just did to make Enrico automatically treat him as his King.

Hassen gently placed his fingers against Enrico's pretty pink lips, shutting them.

"I know you are curious. I know what you want. And I will give it to you. Do you understand, boy?"

Enrico, unable to speak, simply nodded. He consented to that powerful man. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he knew he wanted it.

Hassen grabbed Enrico, lifting the boy with ease.

Enrico's body was lifted like he was nothing. That man was so much powerful than him. How could this be?

Hassen took Enrico to the prince's bed, and layed him down there.

As Enrico's back touched the mattress, he knew what was about to happen. He was going to be pleasured, just as his sister was.

Could a man even do that to another? Enrico asked to himself in his head. But he knew the answer to that question: In that moment, he was no man.

Hassen promptly started slowly undressing that sweet, docile prince. As Enrico's top vest was taken off, his soft and smooth pale white skin was revealed. His abs or chest were barely defined, that fit boy felt Hassan's fingers caressing his skin gently, going down from the belly to the crotch, it tickled, it made Enrico feel so good, so safe, unlike anything he had ever felt. Hassen slowly undressed the prince's legwear, uncovering that sweet bottom, white dick and balls, and smooth legs.

Enrico's dick, not impressive in size or thickness, was hard and throbbing, and already leaking so much pre-cum. Enrico himself has never got that much aroused in his life, so it was a surprise even to him how wet it was. Hassan slowly used his fingers to gently caress Enrico's balls, the tip of his fingers caressed and fondled those small white orbs graciously, the feeling made Enrico's whole body squirm and his soft moans could already be heard.

"You are so beautiful, my boy..."

Hassan said as he fondled Enrico's balls with his right hand and caressed his smooth legs with the left hand. The Prince tried to cover his own mouth, attempting to cover the moans he didn't control. Hassan promptly moved the boy's hand away from his mouth. He wanted to hear it all.

Something about being called "my boy" by Hassan changed Enrico deeply that moment. He never felt anything like that. His legs got shaky, he felt cold in his belly, butterflies in his heart, throbbing in his dick, his toes curled and his pink butthole contracted. Nothing has ever provoked such a reaction on Enrico's body. At that moment, he was more than in love, he was conquered, and nothing would ever make him go back.

Hassan, already shirtless, started to uncover his own legwear. Enrico stared as that beautiful, strong, African man removed what covered his manhood. And the sight of it, made Enrico question everything he has ever lived, thought or experienced in his entire life.

Of course, the prince has never seen many cocks during his lifetimes, however he would never imagine that it could exist anything that looked like that. Hassan's manhood was so big, so thick, so veiny, and it throbbed and leaked like it craved pumping it's seeds in the nearest hole possible.

Enrico gulped at that sight. His eyes were practically glowing in awe. Hassan realized the prince's admiration, so he allowed the staring for a few seconds.

The man then approached Enrico, and used his strong hands to caress the prince's cheeks.

"Do you want this, boy?"

Enrico gulped again, and his body squirmed. He didn't know what happened to him, what he just became, why he was so willing to submit to that... amazing man.

"Yes sir... please... I want it... so much." As it finally clicked on Enrico's mind that this is it, this is what he wants, that he desired to be used by Hassan more than anything in his life, he continued: "Please... do whatever you want to me..."

Hassan smiled. He stopped caressing his boy's cheeks, and used his hands to guide his big black cock to where he pleased, dropping it right on top of Enrico's small white dick. It was so heavy, making a slap sound that echoed throughout the room. Hassan swung his cock, slapping it a few more times on the prince's dick and balls. The feeling made the boy moan. The contrast was beautiful, the color, the size, the thickness, that big black cock right on top of that white boy's dick, it made it real clear about the difference between them. Hassan was a real man. Enrico finally understood his position in life. He was forever changed, his arrogance and cockiness were no more. He was now forever to be a docile prince, devoted to serve his superiors.

"Taste it." Hassan demanded. Enrico looked up to made sure he understood the assignment. "Now!"

Without saying a word, the prince promptly obeyed. He changed his position, so his face could get closer to that beautiful cock. As he got closer to it, and finally got the chance to see it better, he admired every detail, every inch, every vein. His mouth watered and his eyes were shiny. He wanted that more than he wanted oxygen.

The prince used his hands to hold Hassan's cock, it was so warm, Enrico shivered when he touched it. The boy kissed the tip of that cock's head. Then again, then again. He understood that his feeling wasn't mere horniness, he was in love. Deep, profound and devote love.

After the kissing, worshiping and admiring, Enrico made sure to look up to keep making eye contact with Hassan, and promptly opened his mouth to put that cock inside. As he started to suck it, he felt the taste, the smell and the texture of it, unlike anything he imagined, his pupils dilated, and the prince became hungry for cock.

He went deeper, craving every inch of it, of course it didn't fit entirely, but he wanted to, and nothing would stop him from getting it. Enrico enjoyed every second he had that cock inside his mouth, he savoured it, used his tongue to get a better taste, the feeling had his eyes rolling upwards in bliss and delight.

Hassan gently placed his big hand on top of the prince's head, gently caressed that curly chestnut-brown hair for a few seconds, making the boy moan, and then grabbed it a bit more tightly so he could push the head forward, helping Enrico to fulfill his wishes and get the whole cock inside his mouth.

As the prince deepthroated that African phallus, he moaned and gagged in complete immersion to that moment. He didn't even think about the air he needed to breathe, he only wanted Hassan and his cock, he wanted to feel it as much as possible.

Hassan continued to push Enrico's head back and forth, and obscene noises echoed the room. After a while, the man pulled the boy's head a few inches back so he could finally release that cock he was sucking. A string of saliva united Enrico's mouth to Hassan's cock as that blowing stopped.

As soon as Hassan let go of the curly hairs and freed Enrico, the boy didn't think twice, didn't wait, didn't even took a breath, immediately he rushed forward to Hassan's balls, and began to lick them, kiss them and suck them. Hassan then realized that prince was forever changed. The arrogant royal that tried to yell at him and give him orders just a few minutes before, was now completely prostrated to him, craving his body in adoration.

Hassan smiled at the sight of the heir of the Sicilian throne savouring his black balls. Enrico's blue eyes looked at Hassan with so much love and devotion, you could almost see a heart coming from those dilated pupils. Hassan put his hand on his cock and used it to slap the cock several times on Enrico's face. The prince understood it as a sign to stop with the ball worshipping, and simply smiled and continued admiring Hassan in awe. Hassan was now the most beautiful being Enrico has ever seen. He couldn't believe on the privilege he had to be there with him. For a second, you could say Enrico even forgot who he was. The boy who lived to be the heir prince of Sicily, now felt he was born to be Hassan's loving servant.

Hassan stared at his docile servant's smile and devotion for a few seconds before smiling back. The man then placed his hands on Enrico's shoulders, pushing them so the boy would lay down. He then grabbed the prince's legs once again, opening them wide and up, then placing them on his own shoulder. Enrico was then completely surrendered to his new master, the boy smiled, knowing what was happening next, he bit his lips in excitement.

Hassan was pleased to see his boy being so excited to receive him. He then started to caress the prince's ass that faced him, carefully placing his finger on that sweet, pink hole. He circled the pink hole with his big thumb, and the hole contracted several times in excitement. That confirmed it, Enrico's hole was in fact a boy pussy, that was desperate to receive big black cock.

Hassan moved his cock to the prince's entrance, the tip of the cock circled the pink boypussy gently, making it contract even more, Enrico sighed. That cock was already soaking wet because of Enrico's saliva, so as Hassan pushed his hips forward, the cock entered as simply as sliding in, but slowly. Enrico let out a moan, feeling that big, thick cock slowly entering him.

Hassan was strong but gentle, his right hand held the boy's hips to control the movement, and his left hand caressed the prince's nipples, and as he did, the boy's hole became more and more open, making it easier to receive him. Inch by inch, Hassan's big black cock was invading Enrico's inner cavities, the boy rejoiced in delighted moans.

At first, Hassan thought all of this would be simply a lesson, that he would use the prince for his pleasure, fuck him into submission and leave. But no, for some reason Hassan was charmed by Enrico's devotion. Now he was also making sure the his servant felt pleasure, as this increased his own pleasure as well.

A few seconds later, Hassan's cock was already entirely inside Enrico. The boy was in sublime ecstasy. For Enrico, that feeling surpassed any pleasure he has ever had in life. With that big black cock inside him, it was like he was fulfilled. Like any emptiness he had ever felt was now being filled with Hassan's manhood. The prince moaned in complete disbelief on the amount of pleasure he was feeling. It was unreal. His white dick throbbed and leaked with that feeling.

Hassan moved his left hand from the boy's nipples to the his legs, while the right hand remained at his princely hips, giving him full control of their movements. Gently, the man started to move his hips, back and forth, his cock was dragged in and out Enrico's hole, the pressure of that asshole's inner walls was being constantly stimulated by that throbbing big black cock.

Enrico, of course, was already moaning since Hassan started moving. And his sweet voice continued to emit gentle moaning sounds of pleasure as his master continued to move his hips and thrusted his manhood inside him vigorously.

The prince was in awe. He was actually being fucked... Just like his sister was fucked that morning, he was also being used like that. On normal days, Enrico would feel absolute disgust and rejection for such a possibility, but now? Everything was different. The thought of being fucked just like his sister was gave him comfort, as he knew he was fulfilling his new purpose very well. The prince grinned while being fucked and thinking on how perfect it was to finally submit to that African man and all his perfection.

Hassan continued to thrust inside Enrico, his big black cock was being pressed against the prince's inner walls, it was much tighter than the Lucilia's pussy, his nerves and veins were feeling the pressure, making it all much more pleasureful. Enrico had his whole body squirming as he felt that thick cock rubbing against his prostate, strongly pushing his insides and rearranging his guts, the boy moaned, loudly, he didn't even think about all the noise that was coming out, at this point he had forgotten the outside world even existed. That was probably what his sister felt also.

Hassan continued thrusting, faster and harder each time, he hammered the prince's insides with vigor and might. The room echoed with sex noises of the two bodies smacking together, however that sound was almost muffled by Enrico's moans. The prince was loud, as that big black cock thrusted inside him harder each time, his prostrate was being pounded, his eyes rolled, and the prince let out a big yell, it was a scream of pleasure and delight. His body felt almost electric shocks all over as he shivered in pleasure. His white, throbbing, leaky dick then proceeded to cum, spurting long shots of cum all over his body, he screamed and moaned all the way, he had probably never came that much in his entire life. That orgasm was much different from what he used to feel when he pleasured himself during his lonely nights.

Enrico's orgasm wasn't enough for the activity to end. Seeing the boy's pleasured like that made Hassan even hornier, he began thrusting even harder and faster. That strong black man using the prince with such might, moving him with his hands with such ease, and that boy drooling and smiling looking upwards with his body dripping cum while still getting fucked... that was such a beautiful scene. Hassan smiled as he grabbed the boys hips with both hands, his grabbing was no longer gentle, but savagely strong, and the intensity of the fucking got abysmal.

As Enrico felt his body getting fucked even harder, he continued to moan and drool. His dick, now soft, swung around as the body moved. The prince moved his hands towards his hips, hoping to find Hassan's hands, and he did. He made sure to rest his hands on top of Hassan's. Those delicate, princely hands held firmly to Hassan's strong and big black hands. That was him telling his master that he trusted him and he wanted Hassan to continue as much as needed.

That gesture made Hassan go even harder with the thrusting, and that did it. Enrico's prostate was being hit so hard, the boy was back to screaming in intense pleasure. The prince felt so warm, his body was hot and sweaty all over, but it shivered and trembled in intense pleasure. As a final rush of intense pleasure went electrically all over Enrico's body, he moaned so loud in an intense yell as he orgasmed once more. His dick, although soft, felt an even stronger tingling than before, it was hot, everything was. Enrico's dick spurted a bit more of cum, not as much as before, as his balls were drained, his legs locked around Hassan, making sure the man was closer than ever, Enrico's toes curled as he felt his master giving him yet another orgasm.

The prince's final orgasm made his boy pussy and anal cavities contract so hard, they pressured Hassan's dick to a point of giving an absolute stimulus, Hassan also felt he was in the point of orgasm.

Hassan strongly pulled the prince's hips closer to him, in a last deepfucking thrust, he went as deeper as he could inside his docile servant, as he did that, his big black cock started cumming, blasting several loads of cum inside his sweet prince. Enrico's eyes watered as he understood what Hassan was doing to him... breeding.

The prince closed his eyes and enjoyed every single drop of cum he received inside him. It was so warm, made him feel so nice and comfy. Enrico, for the first time in his life, was whole.

After Hassan finished inside Enrico, the man pulled his big black cock out of the prince's pink boy pussy. The pink whole contracted after being freed, and loads of cum started dripping out. The man, tired, layed down close to Enrico. The prince quickly rushed close to his master, snuggled against his strong body and rested his head on that strong black chest. Hassan caressed the prince's head with his right hand as he felt the docile servant looking for his love. Then proceeded to caress the boy's back with his left hand.

Both were panting, breathless after such an intense fuck session. The two cuddled for a few minutes, until Enrico, feeling fulfilled with his superior's seed inside him and his heart full of love and devotion, finally slept.

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Several months went by, the African committee had already left a long time ago. Every night since that, the Crown Prince cherished the memories he had with his lover, and revisited those intense memories as he humped on his pillow to pleasure himself. Of course, the orgasms he had then couldn't compare to the ones he had with Hassan.

Enrico and Hassan didn't share any other romantic evenings after that. They still occasionally met on the Castle grounds or in meetings, they gave naughty looks and smirks to each other, but nothing more than that. Hassan and his mates were gone by the week after the meetings had concluded.

Throughout the next several months, a long time of prosperity came to the Kingdom of Sicily, the Kingdom of Tunisia and the Chiefdom of Nunibia. Their diplomacy was effective, and their trades loaded their markets in ways that never happened before. The deals were good for all the people.

That's not all. As months passed, several women in the Royal Castle of Sicily discovered they were pregnant. Some were married, some were not, which cause massive scandal. Those women would suffer harsh consequences, if it hadn't been for the King's oldest daughter, Princess Lucilia, who also found out she was pregnant. The scandal was kept as secret as possible and couldn't be shared outside castle grounds.

After some times, one by one, those pregnancies resulted in the birthing of many healthy babies. All of them dark skinned, with African descent. Everyone knew exactly what happened. But secret had to be kept to prevent scandal to shun the Dynasty.

It was the dawn of a new world.

And to the thought of that, Enrico smiled...