Messmer is forced into an arrangement he can’t refuse. Not won’t—can’t. His mother Marika, who he had half the mind to hunt down for her silence and now this brazen transgression, had insisted upon it.

What could go wrong?

Warnings: None really! Go wild! I suppose this is slightly a more tamer version compared to my other Messmer bots :) I've written him to be a switch, still loves getting freaky on his throne etc. around and find out <3