Press your luck

"I like the idea of sharing the bed with someone I had a crush on very much," you say with a husky voice.

Lisandra's eyes rise and she smiles sultrily. "It is a surprise to hear that my lord has fixated his eyes on me," she says as she begins to stand while her hand moves toward the edge of her robe.

You then change your demeanor immediately. "But, I'm not that boorish of a man. I know that you have a request. While I do desire you, I can consider your request without you needing to offer your body in payment. Even not taking into account of my desire as well as your status as my late father's beloved, I still respect and honor you to at least offer that much. So, take your seat once more and tell me what you really want out of me." You lean toward Lisandra, focusing on her eyes instead of her delectable mounds. "So, tell me your request."

The woman in front of you considers her words before speaking up, "Before your father made me his mistress, I had a daughter out wedlock as a result of a fling. It shames me very much, but I had to leave her with my parents to be taken care of. With her having her coming of age recently, I wondering, perhaps..."

It seems that Lisandra is setting up her daughter to be your mistress. "Did you ask her what she wants to do?" you interrupt Lisandra.

"My lord?" she utters in confusion.

"I understand you wanting what's best for your daughter. However, she might have other plans. Do you know what she wants?"

Lisandra shakes her head.

"Tell you what, I will arrange for her to meet you and then the two of you talk it out. If she wants to marry, I'll sponsor it. If she wants to do something else, I'll become her patron. You have taken care of my father while at the same time, you sacrificed so much to ensure that she was taken care of. Now, let me help you ensure her happiness as well."

A lone tear rolls down her cheek as Lisandra is overwhelmed by her emotions. "Thank you, my king."

You pull her to stand up and wipe the tear off using your thumb. "Now, tears have no place on your beautiful face," you say.

"I'm very happy, my king. This is a tear of happiness."

"Then it makes you more beautiful. So, the problem is solved right?"

"Yes."

You put your fingers under her chin to raise her face so that she meets yours. Then you capture her lips in a kiss. After breaking the kiss, you whispers, "Then, we can enjoy ourselves."

Lisandra blinks in surprise. "My lord?"

"You planned to make the request after we slept together right? "

She nods.

"I simply accept the request first." You put your hand on the edge of her robe and begin pulling it off her shoulder. You solving someone's problem doesn't mean you do it for free. Other righteous kings may do just that, but you're in the middle of building up your image as the 'lecherous' king, not 'righteous', probably. So it behooves you to not shame a beautiful lady offering herself by turning her away.