You dispatch a message to the Marshal, ordering the Royal Army to travel to regions affected by the floods to do some engineering.
1000 CCE, 2nd Week of Mid-Spring
3
The two 'exiled' royals, Prince August and Princess Loria, have arrived at your palace.
And just in time, too; Prince August has complained of fever on the last days of the journey and is now bedridden, the healers blaming malnutrition and bad weather as the main causes of his illness.
His younger sister visits you to thank you for your mercy.
"I'm glad that, despite the times being what they are, we could depend on fellow royal to take us in. Once my family gathers its troops and retakes Lauretania from clutches of the vile rebels, my parents will surely reward you and your nation, good King Jacobus."
You can't help but be smitten; Princess Loria is a statuesque stunner, a head taller than you, with great assets and even greater waterfall of pitch black hair reaching almost to her belt. She carries herself with grace and modesty but her voice is full of confidence. She's giving your this flirty look and her lips are delicately curved in a sly smile.
You wonder...
A) Whether Princess Loria would mind a little tour of the palace? The gardens are especially beatiful in afternoon light.
B) Whether Princess Loria would prefer to become Queen of Rufia?
C) Whether your loins are being too demanding. Bad Jacobus, bad! You're already bethrothed to another!