Keep pressing

Your presses the blade through her dress neckline and into her cleavage "mom, I'm a man of my word. I expect you to be a woman of yours. I know that you were hoping that it is me whose body is out there on the ground and my uncle who came back."

"No, I… " but you interrupt her by twisting the blade into her dress. "Ok, your right. You frighten me, so what?"

You drop the blade from her cleavage. "You have nothing to be afraid of, I am a man of my word, and I will do only do as I said. So as long as you don't try to stop me, you have nothing to fear."

She answered, "If what you said brings fear to me?"

"What about it. Are you afraid of me forcing the noble to unic themselves or forcing the noble female to bed with me?"

She glares at you, so you continue, "I figured as much. So why don't you bend over."

She panics. "What!?!"

"You heard my BEND OVER the throne already. On my journey, the same one you forced me on, I have learned that the best way to overcome your fears is to face them head on. This is going to happen a lot, so best face it now."

She answered, "I'm your mother!"

You slap her across the cheek. "A mother doesn't betray her own son and wish for his death. now bend over."

Her eyes scanned the room for an escape route, but there is none, so she slowly walks over to the throne.