You announce that you will accept a new wife.
The courtiers murmur much more happily after that, and few of them promise to find you a good, Pantheonist lady.
810 AD, Summer
Cartel sends its money and its regards, but the size of the donation makes it obvious they haven't been as succesful as last year.
Shortly after dismissing their representatives, you are on your way for the dinner, only for the Spymaster to bump at you from the shadows.
"M'liege." He tips his hat. "I have reports on the situation within Trist and Forc borders." You grimace.
"Good news?"
"I shall let you judge them, sire. Queen Talia has been slowly working the nobles of Trist against you, as they remember that your men have killed a few of their fellows a few years ago. My agents have also ascertained that Talia's brothers are working with her to avenge her honor."
"Avenge her honor?"
"Yes, m'liege. She was very enticed to become your wife back then, you know, what with you being manly, victorious rebel and ally of justice and all that. Your less-than-pleasant reply soured her heart towards you and that sourness have only grew, well, more sour in the last decade."
"I was married to Milka. I had kids! Its been TEN years!" The Spymaster smirks.
"Apparently Queen Talia doesn't forgive or forget that easily." You scratch your beard a little bit.
"They haven't attacked yet, though?"
"Aye, that's because King Tastan has yet to be enticed into running their little private war. He is more preoccupied with establishing himself and seems less than enthusiastic about going around burning his neighbours fields and whatsnot, especially that he has no heir yet and the dynasty might end with him or his sister."
"He has a sister?"
"Aye, sire. She has lately turned eighteen, but is still without a husband. Apparently King Tastan doesn't want for her to end in a bad relationship, so he is very carefully vetting her suitors." A torch suddenly lights above your head.
A) "Call my courtiers to the audience hall! We have found a new Queen of Bailemarr!"
B) "King Tastan is very protective of his younger sister, then? Shame if something happened to her, don't you agree, my dear Spymaster?"
C) Thank the Spymaster for his report, extinguish that torch, and go for the dinner already.