No. Continue to the next morning.

You are already up, enjoying breakfast while you wife takes forever to return from the privy or to get dressed. “Good morning.”she yawns. Easing into the chair across from you, she grabs everything there is on the plates and just keeps on piling it on her own. Eating with a very healthy appetite – for two, at least, you think – she glances at you from time to time. “I suspected you to have better judgment, dearest. Now we have to find a new fertile slut to impregnate.”

She smirks, and grabs for another piece of bread and another boiled egg. “I know it's not easy and all, but you have to think with your other thick head from time to time. Ah well. Not that I mind. Besides, I love watching you breeding these lowly whores, I really do. I'm certain the kingdom will have a never ending supply of those for a while.”

You raise an eyebrow, and she giggles. “It's not like word does not travel and all. A certain chancellor complained that he had had too many applications to open positions at court this spring. I'm certain he made certain arrangements, don't you think?”

You take a sip from your wine and nod slowly. “I guess I do some audiences for myself, my dear. The people do love their beautiful queen, after all. And I think you do have business to attend to, no?”