No

You brush her hand away from you. "You started a rebellion in my country, and now you honestly think I will have sex with you."

Her face gets even more stern. "Why not? You have **** your way into two other women's pants that didn't want you. Does a woman who actually wants to have sex with you turn you off that much?"

You smile at her. "No, I find a woman who freely and openly offers herself to me to be one of the sexiest things ever. So it's not that; it's just I don't EVER WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU! You do count me stupid enough to get into bed with a person the attempt to slit my throat?"

Queen Alana walks around you in your chair and runs her fingernails over your chest. "Are you sure you are not willing to overlook our small past history if it could mean saving countless of your peon's lives?"

You chuckle as you answer, "The fact that you consider my loyal citizen peons whose lives are to be used in little game only strengthens my conviction on my answer of NO!"

The Queen scoffs at your bluntness. "What a shame. I was truly hoping we could build a relationship that would last both in and out of bed. But I guess you prefer me as an enemy." Before she turned and walked out of your greeting champers.

Sir Dietrich promptly enters on her exits and, with a quick pace, walked straight up to you. "My King, Are we at war?"

You winch in pain. "No, my loyal subject, that mare wouldn't be so foolish as to warn us when she is about to slice our throats in twine."

Sir Dietrich groaned. "Then should we prepare for the perpending war?"

You rub your head in stress and confusion. "I fear when we are dealing with her, we are already ten moves behind. And she did not look at that displease when she left with my answer. I fear my answer played into her hand. Thus, I think the only reason she would have risked warning us of her threat is that she would use our preparation for that threat as a way to claim self-defense when she invades us. But again, I fear I have not even begun to illuminate the darkness that is her plans. So, I may be wrong. I think I need to spend the night thinking about it."

Sir Dietrich places his hand on your shoulder as you slouch in your chair." My king, it doesn't help your kingdom one any good to have you this bothered. With all due respect, you should not hold this burden on your own. You have a counsel for a reason. Why don't you take tonight to rest while I gather and discuss options with the other Nobles?"

You groan. "That wicked queen has spies everywhere, behind every wall, so if you must discuss this, do it with only those you can be sure that it won't get back to her."

Sir Dietrich, "As you wish, my king, now please retire back to your chambers. We will need to be at your full wit tomorrow."

Worried about your kingdom, you slowly stumble to your chambers, where you are greeted by Lady Sophia wearing nothing but a black corset which leaves her pregnant pussy exposed for your eyes to enjoy.

And Lady Beatrix wearing a thin might gown nurses her child. She bows her head without taking her child off her exposed tits. "My king, Sir Dietrich, informed us that you would be requiring our services tonight."

You laugh. "Sir Dietrich constantly impresses me with his wit, as I can surely use some distractions right now." You slowly walk around them with their blinding beauties quickly wash away your concerns.