Dinner comes

Hours later, the bright tropical sun has dipped below the horizon, casting a deep indigo light across the island. The cool evening sea breeze blows gently through the open balcony doors of the grand dining room.

You, your mother, and your grandfather sit around a massive mahogany dining table laid with fine china and silver. Jessica sits right beside you, wearing a stunning, elegant black silk dress, her hair neatly brushed, looking every bit like a high-society guest.

The estate servants serve a meal of freshly caught grilled fish and tropical vegetables.

Your grandfather takes a slow sip from his wine glass, glancing across the table at you and Jessica. A broad, thoroughly amused smile rests on his weathered face.

"My, my," your grandfather remarks smoothly, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "I couldn't help but notice how remarkably close the two of you have gotten in just a few short hours. In fact, I already instructed the head maid to have Miss Sexxxton's luggage transferred directly into the adjoining room next to William's bedchamber."

Your mother nearly chokes on her wine. She sets her glass down violently, her eyes wide with absolute shock as she stares between you, Jessica, and your grandfather.

"Father! What on earth are you talking about?!" your mother exclaims, her voice echoing off the high stone walls. "She is an adult film actress! William is a student! You can't possibly be allowing—"

Grandfather looks at your mother calmly, dabbing his mouth with a linen napkin. "My dear, William is a grown young man now. It is his absolute prerogative to have sex with whomever he wishes, provided the lady is entirely willing. And if the woman is willing to let his seed take hold... well, that is entirely up to her." He raises a brow, adding with a firm, traditional nod, "Of course, due to noblesse oblige and royal tradition, no homosexual relationships are permitted in this lineage. So a healthy, beautiful young woman in his bed is something I whole-heartedly encourage."

Your mother looks between your grandfather and you, her mouth opening and closing in disbelief, completely speechless.

Grandfather then turns his sharp gaze back to you, leaning forward slightly. "Tell me, William... do you intend to marry Jessica?"

Before you can even formulate an answer, Jessica speaks up smoothly, her voice calm, respectful, yet entirely shameless. She looks directly at your grandfather with a serene smile.

"Oh, no, Your Highness," Jessica says softly, her hand gently resting on your thigh under the table, giving it a firm squeeze. "I am his whore. I am here to be used for his pleasure... and hopefully, I will bear him his bastard to fulfill his fantasy."

Your mother gasped, dropping her fork onto her plate with a sharp clatter.

Your grandfather, however, threw his head back and let out a rich, booming laugh, slapping his hand against the mahogany table. "Ha! Excellent! I like that admission very much! A woman who knows her place and accepts her role with pride. Splendid!" He nodded at you. "Carry on."