Don't trust her.

Whether it is the ghost of the dearly departed Sir Dietrich or just your gut feeling, something deep inside of you is telling you not to trust her.

However, as your eyes glide from her slender back over to her shoulder and to the front side of her body, your hardened cock beginning to make itself more prominent, telling you need to thrust into her there and then; trust can come later.

You barely control your lust and ask, "Do you honestly believe that I could trust you after you planned to marry the man that almost had my head?"

Even as Lady Beatrix continues to brush her hair, you can see her hand is trembling. "Then, My King, if you come to take my head, then be on with it. However, if you come to hear my beg for my mortal existence, I am sorry, you may have taken my title for me, but you can never take my royal resolve. The breath of life will leave my mortal frame before you hear me beg."

Sophia instantly lurches up from the bed. "If my Lady won't beg for her own life, then I will plead in her stead." The mere thought of having someone beg for them would be revolting to anyone with authentic royal, so you just glanced back to your mother, waiting for her once again to reprimand Sophia for attempt to beg on her behalf. But Much to your surprise, Lady Beatrix remains silent as she continues to brush her hair, allowing Sophia to plead uninterrupted. "My royal sire, I am prepared to do anything for you to spear my Lady's life, even take her place before the axe if I must."