Check up on Clare

The next few days you avoided Clare, hoping that she would cool down a bit. You feel that a reasonable amount of time has passed by then, and since you know her schedule you know how to find her. She goes into one of her assigned rooms to clean it, and you stand by the doorway. She went to work immediately, bent over dusting, so you rap your knuckles on the wall to get her attention. She turns to see you, then puts her hands on her wide hips, glaring at you. "Well, if it isn't my hero" she says moodily. You scratch the back of your head, embarrassed. "Hi Clare, how's the sunstroke?" She does not look amused. "I just came by to say sorry" you say sheepishly. She says nothing, still glaring, apparently wanting more out of you. "I shouldn't have uh, exploited the situation like that. I was wrong." She huffs, crossing her arms. "Hell of an understatement. Just because I sucked you off doesn't me you can do whatever whenever." You sigh. "I know, and like I said, I'm sorry. It was just... you looked so good, I lost control." You see a smile break through one corner of her mouth. She uncrosses her arms and puts her hands under her massive breasts as if weighing them. "True, I am quite the beauty. Do you think anyone would start a war over me?" she jokes. You laugh. "I would, as many as needed." She stops resisting her smile, letting a happy grin come over her face. You feel relieved as you watch her anger melt away.

"All right my horny little troublemaker, I'll forgive you this time. In the future, just make sure I'm in agreement before you fuck me." You smile. "Can do" you say happily. She stands there quietly for a moment. "You know..." she says, looking around, "since I'm going to have to make this bed anyways, what harm would it be to mess it up a little?" she says with a giggle. A wide grin breaks out on your face as the milkmaid-turned-chambermaid climbs onto the bed, arching her back and facing her behind to you. "Ah, it's nice to rest the girls once in a while" she says. She pulls her dress up, revealing a now familiar sight. "Well, have at it. Just try not to come in me this time, I don't want a baby yet" You're pretty sure at this point that she isn't mad anymore.

A half-hour later, a casual observer might have noticed a sweaty young king leaving a random room in the castle, looking to be in a rather good mood.