No

"Be with me. I know you want it. I see it in your eyes - the burning desire for womankind that burns in all men of your age." - Catherine gently touched Casimir's face, her lips pressed against his - "You have youth and vigour, I power and beauty. Why resist? Why restrain ourselves?"

"How can you even say such things, your Majesty?!" - the prince gathered all his mental strength to free himself from the sexual embrace of the Queen, so that his voice turned into a shout - "You are old enough to be my mother!"

"You are breaking my heart, young prince. Have I lost my beauty with age?" - Catherine mockingly covered her face, as if she was weeping. The question of the Queen was obviously rhetorical; though a woman in her late forties, and obviously mature and beautiful because of it - nothing in her body showed any signs of aging. No wrinkles, no grey hairs - nothing other than perhaps her plump, swollen breasts of a mother. For a second, Casimir thought if the Queen had any illegitimate daughters from her many lovers. Did she raise them to be shameless temptresses like her? "With age comes experience. I assure you, your lovely wife will be pleased once she sees the things I will teach you. She'll be more than satisfied."

"...No." - Casimir pushed the queen aside - gently but with enough force that even the queen was surprised - "No. Your Majesty - we cannot do that. To do so would be wrong and sinful."

Queen Catherine stepped back, breaking the kiss and returned to her throne Her seductive smile disappared, replaced by a graceful yet arrogant frown; the queen fixed her dress, positioned herself comfortly in the throne but no longer lounging seductively and stared back at the boy.

"Once again you prove your will to resist. I love it," - Queen Catherine relaxed somewhat and her smile returned to her face, this time sinister in how wide it was - " would suggest you to leave now. I suppose there are other important matters you have to attend to."

"And our... alliance?"

"Do you take me for some thoughtless harlot to mingle statecraft and carnality so callously?" - the Queen appeared angry, but Casimir could see the sarcasm in her words: her offense was an act she reveled in - "Of course our agreements stay. I believe it is in your best interests to discuss them now with your advisors, and of course your lovely wife. Do try to listen to women more often. They're often in the wrong, but quite as often they are in the right in ways that men do not realise."

The Prince was confused. He thought Catherine would be enraged, or at least somewhat annoyed, at his rejection of her advances, but instead she brushed him off easily, her pride apparently unwounded. So libidinous and at the same time, taking rejection so calmly? Why? Did men bend her knee before her so easily that a loss of one prince like him was nothing to her? Or did she have some other plans in her mind, some plan to seduce him? Was his wife in danger? Questions buzzed in Casimir's head.