You decide its time to lower the taxes, for good of all.
1106 AD, Summer
The Fireblood arrives on schedule, and the Eldricans who brought them take Methiant gemstones back to their homeland.
1106 AD, Midsummer
Your hand runs over her marble-like body, over those two large pillows of her. A giggle from her soft, red lips causes your eyes to dart upwards to her lovely, triangular face, crowned with a waterfall of long, black hairs. Those two green eyes, sparkling like gemstones, from which you cannot pry your sight.
Daetha, is her name, a beautiful name for beautiful woman of the northlands.
Is she a seductress, or a demon in disguise, or an assassin? You do not care, for her warm embrace and more than eager body suits all your carnal needs. This romance of yours, consummated many times by now, is blooming like a healthy flower in the spring.
But she was once just a maid, a maid of your palace like any other, but one evening you felt something towards her, and she was more than willing to reciprocate. Was it evening of the early summer, or was it late spring? You do not really remember, nor do you care to: your bed is no longer cold nor half-empty when you sleep in it, and that's whats important.
She asks for nothing in return but your companionship and your dedication to her. A perfect companion for a lonely King like you.
But as your lips are about to meet with her and lock in a lengthy kiss once again, the stinging thought still occurs to you - she is a maid, and you are a King. This is simply not permissible.
A) My face upon her pillows is all I need, and with enough care, nobody will know.
B) Alas, this means that soon I will need to return her to her homeland in the north.
C) Then I shall make her my wife and Queen! To damnation with those who do not approve!