Lady Vessa confronts you.

A week after you announce that Queen Marissa was pregnant, you find yourself heading to your room to go to bed early after a long day of petty squabbling in the court. Queen Marissa is down in the baths relaxing and decide to be in bed ready for her when she gets back. You step in the door to find Lady Vessa sitting on your bed.

Vessa certainly takes after her elven heritage. Her body is thin and lean and her assets match. You would figure her breasts were not much larger than an A-cup and they barely press against the pale blue silken tunic she's wearing. Her hair is long, auburn, and curly, reach down to about her shoulder blades. She has a red velvet cloak around her shoulders and clasped under her chin with a silver pendant and she's wearing a skirt of the same fabric and color of her tunic, "Your Majesty." She eyes you seductively.

"Ah...Lady Vessa...I wasn't expecting you...here...in my bed." You're rather confused as to what brought this on.

"Well, I've had a revelation of sorts." She says.

"Oh?" You close the door behind you.

"Yes, Clearly Queen Marissa is satisfying you in ways that no other woman could, or at least that's what you believe. That's why you decided to marry her in the first place. So..."

You sigh, somehow you knew this was about Marissa, "Vessa..."

she raises her hand and cuts you off, "Now hear me out. So, I've decided that the best thing I can do is to give you full, unrestricted access to my body." she sits up and hooks her fingers under her tunic before pulling it up above her chest, exposing her breasts to you. As you suspected, she doesn't even wear a bra. You look at her breasts and see her exposed nipples stiffen in the cool castle air. They are nice, despite their size.

You sigh, "They're very nice Vessa, but Marissa's are much bigger."

she quickly pulls her tunic back down looking self-conscious, "It's not a contest!"

"I thought that was the point. You're clearly trying to compete with Marissa for my attention. "

She looks bewildered, "No, it's not about..."

"Vessa. Please, you've caused enough trouble." You open the door and motion your hand for her to go.

Her expression darkens, "I know what she really is."

You shut the door quickly as anxiety creeps up your spine, "and you'll tell nobody anything."

She gets up off the bed and puts her hands on her hips, "Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?"

You sigh, "How did you find out?"

"I'm your Court Mage. It's my job. I cast a divination spell to detect evil presences and guess who showed up? Your Majesty. Demons live on chaos and destruction. They revel in it. One could say that they're addicted to it."

"It's not like that. She's different now, happy."

"Is she? What happened to the Countess and Count of Luxem, the men you traveled with?"

You squirm under her gaze, "well she...Killed them. So they wouldn't spill the secret."

her mouth curves into a smile, "and how long until she starts looking for her next fix? Her addiction? Who will you sacrifice to sate her hunger when she wants to **** someone within an inch of their life?"

You run your hand through your hair, "I love her...and she loves me, or at least she's never given me reason to think otherwise."

She sighs and steps towards you, "I know, Your Majesty, but demons live for thousands of years. Even if she does love you, you're nothing more than a passing fad to her. I'm just here to help as a member of your council and a friend." She grins a little, "Now, if you're interested...I did offer you full, unrestricted access to my body."

You chuckle a little as she defuses the situation a bit, "You're not very good at this whole seduction thing."

She shakes her head, "No, I'm not. Sometimes it works though...doesn't it?"