Lisandra, your father's former mistress

To your surprise, your father's former mistress is standing at the door. "Greetings, my king, my queen," she curtsies.

"Greetings, Lisandra," you say.

Your mother turns and motions toward you. "You know that my son used to harbor a boyhood crush on you, but even though he's now a man, he obviously still have that feeling."

You feel heat rushing to your face at that revelation as the two of them look at you in amusement. It seems that your pining for Lisandra isn't as discreet as you thought.

Your mother moves closer to Lisandra and says something that cause her to blush as well before exiting and closing the door behind her.

"What did my mother tells you?"

"She told me to instruct you further on the art of love making so that you can please your future wife. Also, she told me that I'm to take care of the arrangement here including the times allocated for each one, just like your lover from the tribal people will take care of you when you're there."

"No, what I mean is what she said to you just now," you say. "It's too brief to be all those things."

Lisandra smiles awkwardly. "She told that me she doesn't mind if I gives her grandchildren, even though I'm just a mere few years younger than her.

You're trying not to look too deeply into things but it seems your mother has given up trying to stop you sowing your wild oats around. Instead, she seems to go for the opposite, allowing you to sow as many as you want to the extent of getting Lisandra involved as well. If her plan succeeds, you would have so many children that only a proper lineage will be accepted by the aristocrats and the people.

How shrewd; she told you not to sleep around so much despite planning something like this. Is this the reverse approach that you've read about, telling people not to eat the forbidden fruit, knowing very well they will become more curious about the said food?

That being said, the fact is that there's a delectable dish in front of you, once forbidden but now ready for you to feast on. And what a feast it will be.