Exercise - Pursuade Angelika to join

Since now you're robbed of rest time, you might as well make the most of it. Even though you're the king and can **** yourself on Angelika without having to fear any repercussion, getting her to give herself willingly is better. "So, maid, what is your name?" you ask, pretending not to know her name.

Angelika stop with her task to turn toward you. "Angelika, my king."

"Ah, truly a fitting name. I can see why your parents decide to give you that name." You sit on the edge of the bed and pat the spot next to it. "Come, sit here." To smooth the command, you add, "I want to learn about other people's way of life," implying that you want to ask her some question about her work.

The maid, blushing due to your compliment, sits at the indicated spot.

"So, Angelika. I'm happy to have diligent people such as you working at the castle. But I wonder," you strike a thoughtful pose. "Have you ever thought about your future?"

"My future?"

"Yes. Now, you're working at the castle, and dare I say, we pay people who work here well. But will you work here forever? Or you return home, marry a jerk who drinks all night and gamble away any income, while you having to do odd jobs while popping out his babies? Do you even someone you have an eye for?"

Angelika hesitates. "There's a childhood friend of mine..."

You cut her in the middle of her sentence. "Does he go to the tavern every day?"

"Not every day."

"But more often than he meets you before you come here to work." You rub your chin. "And this tavern has a woman around your age."

The maid gasps. "How do you know?"

It is just a wild guess but you know that taverns normally employ women because they are better at taking orders and less likely to argue with stupid customers. But you're not going to tell that to Angelika. "Your friend is a young man who has worldly desires, it is to be expected. But this is not about him. How about you?"

Angelika looks down and grips her maid frock. "I don't have any choice in my life, my king."

"Sure you do," you croon. "Would you like to stay at the castle instead? When you're on break, you can return to your village but then you'll return here. This will be your home."

"Yes, my king, but..."

"Why you should worry about that childhood friend? Even though he has you, he still seek some harlots to please himself. You can remain a friend to him but you're not obligated to be his ****, not when he's not appreciating you." You don't know whether Angelika's friend is sleeping with some wench or not but you're not here to help him; you're here to help yourself to Angelika's probable virgin pussy. "All the while you're saving yourself for him, he's out there having fun."

"Why? Why would he do something like that."

"Because that how it is. If you're truly happy with him, when I asked, you would have immediately answer that you want to marry him. But you didn't, because you know he couldn't make you happy."

She nods in understanding.

"A priest once told me that God gives us our minds so that we can find ways to make ourselves happy." The priest is an alcoholic and womanizer, but you're not lying about the words being his. You tuck the hair behind her right ear. "And you, you can make yourself happy." Your hand move from her ear to caress her cheek. "If you're willing, we can share the bed together. I will not be able to marry you but I will take care of you."