A pretty maid

A young brunette woman steps out from the shadows, dressed in the simple garb of a castle servant. "Greeting your highness" she says before bowing. Camilla has since dried her tears, and can talk without sobbing. "This is Dorothye. She is my most faithful and trustworthy friend and companion since childhood." Dorothye blushes at her friend's praise. "She would accompany me to your court if we became man and wife, I would make sure of it, I cannot live without her. If we were to marry...I know it sounds ludicrous, but perhaps, Dorothye could give you your heir, while I take the position of your wife. I could fake a pregnancy, or several, if required. I have heard rumors of such things before, it should be possible!"She stops, out of breath. Dorothye steps forward a bit to talk. "Good sir, I want you to know that I would do anything for Lady Camilla. She is too wonderful a girl for me to do otherwise. Please, consider her words."

You brain is barely able to understand what's going on at this point. It's difficult to take so many wild twists and turns at once, put on the spot as you are. "I know it sounds crazy, and you probably would be better of with a woman you didn't have to jump through these hoops for. But, maybe, just think about it? You don't have to make a decision right away, correct?" She is right. Technically you can take as long as you want, though the sooner the better.