She offered a peace treaty

"I'm here bearing an offer of peace," Queen Claudia said.

"Go on."

"I suppose you are aware the Papacy has convinced my husband to attack your country."

"I am."

"And may I also presume you have heard about my so-called lover is coveting my husband's throne?"

You stared at the Queen, who seemed to be well-informed about the cards in your hand. "How do you know about that?"

"I should know, since I'm the one who spread that rumor. I'm also the one who suggested to my husband to hold a ball to show how strong our country is to you; I know you will accept the invitation, thinking either my husband or Lord Borque will come see you in secret."

You feel your blood curdled as you realized that you have been played by the woman in front of you. She correctly predicted your response even before you made it. The fact she got into the room meant she used a secret path, bypassing the men outside of your room.

"Of course, you would feel suspicious of me now, yes. That's why I'm here, with nary a weapon on my body."

"Oh, that's the reason," you responded cynically, trying to calm yourself. "I thought you're eager to make me one of your conquests, just like Lord Borque."

Queen Claudia giggled. "Do you think someone with an ambition like him would covet my bed before he got rid of my husband? Bedding me would be the easiest cause of his early demise."

"I see it will be the easiest cause for my demise as well."

At that insinuation, Claudia scooted a little closer. "Both men are drunk and asleep right now, in their own rooms, surrounded by other women." She took one of your hand on put in on one of her breasts. "I'm sure no one will find out if we have some fun of our own."