A pleasant distraction

The court session commences and you give a deep sigh as you look through the agenda. There is a seemingly endless list of matters that need your attention.

”Alright, let's begin,” you sigh. ”And bring me some wine!” No way I'm going to endure this tedious day sober...

Your chancellor count Erwin clears his throat and presents the first order of business. A dispute between two of your minor barons that recently escalated into scuffles. Apparently the beautiful young daughter of one baron had an affair with the son of the other and the sordid business had now resulted in a bastard son. You take a deep sip of the wine and without further reflection you command the young man to join the holy order of paladins guarding your northern borders, effective immediately, then order the girl to be sent to a convent in service of Talasis, goddess of virtues. You finally order the bastard to be legitimized and to be the sole heir of both houses.

That'll teach them to stop brining petty crap like this to court...

As you gaze over the court you suddenly notice a new face among the courtiers. It's a young woman with comely face and long blonde hair. She is pale but with a healthy glow on her cheeks and big, bright blue eyes that radiate innocence. Your cock stirs slightly as you notice that she is blessed with a very generous, full, and firm bosom, despite her best efforts to hide it in her modest and tasteful dress. Your eyes meet hers and she bashfully looks down at her feet, blushing.

Well, well, what have we here... young and pure, nothing like the usual flock of dolled up hyenas...

The court session continues and you settle a a handful of petty land disputes, set a heavy import tariff on lotus tea and other alchemical herbs and condemn a few more adulteresses to a life of servitude of the church.

Must remember to ask Vessa to plan an inspection of Itheria's convents...

But as you settle the matters of state and frequently reach out your cup for more wine you do so absentmindedly and you find yourself gazing over at the beautiful young woman again and again. Who is she?

After what feels like an eternity the day finally comes to an end and you take your leave of the throne room. As you majestically stagger with the queen at your side through the rows of kneeling courtiers, you give another furtive glance at the young woman as you pass her.

”You want her, don't you?” Marissa leans in and hisses in your ear.

”Uhm... who?”

Marissa laughs, ”Have you had so much wine that you already forgot about that little busty little bitch you were drooling over for hours? Nice try, dear husband. But I must admit, she does look good on her knees.”

You remain silent. Of course your demon wife would notice, the real question is how she'll react.

Marissa doesn't wait for a reply. ”She's married you know... ”

You raise an eyebrow. ”Oh? You know who she is then?”

”Who doesn't? She's Hilda of house Ravenham, wife of the dashing young lord Camren Oakheart, new count of Foxmond. They are newlyweds and they arrived at court today. Everybody is absolutely buzzing about the beautiful young couple.”

Foxmond is a small and insignificant county, far from the capital, but both the Ravenhams and the Oakhearts are old and prestigious. This is getting interesting. And complicated...

You shrug casually, trying to look unbothered by this new information. Marissa gets a mischievous look on her face. That look that you've learned to dread and simultaneously cause an instant and massive erection.

”You could seduce her at the ball tonight,” she hisses. ”I might even help you...”