All in the family...

The Queen even took the initiative several times and visited the bedroom of her husband, King Eadric. The old king was a little surprised, but did not resist the next 'attempts to conceive heirs'. Sex with Eadric did not give the queen any pleasure. His flaccid dick was small. And achieving an erection was not an easy task for the old king. But Isolde made every effort to fuck with the king several times during the couple of weeks after… the 'her brothers late night visits to her bedroom.'

"When the external signs of pregnancy appear, I need an alibi. The calculations of the duration of the pregnancy period will begin… Now I can refer to the fact that I had repeated intimate relations with the king… Let everyone think that I got pregnant from him".

Queen Isolde's devious mind worked tirelessly to ensure her plan would succeed. She knew that if the pregnancy was discovered, she would need an airtight alibi. With a sly grin, she hatched a scheme to spend time with King Eadric more frequently.

The queen's plan was indeed devious, but effective. By visiting King Eadric's chambers more often and engaging in intimate acts, she was able to establish a convincing alibi. Little did the old king know that his wife's 'affection' was merely for show, and that the real purpose was to create a smokescreen for her incestuous plot.

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As the days passed, Queen Isolde's belly began to swell, and the signs of pregnancy became increasingly difficult to hide. Servants whispered behind her back, speculating about the father of the child. Some even dared to suggest that the king was too old and frail to have sired a child. But Isolde remained confident in her ability to deceive them all.

The queen's cunning plan was working like a charm. Her frequent visits to the king's chambers and the resulting 'proof' of intimate relations served as the perfect alibi. As her belly grew rounder with each passing day, the whispers among the castle staff grew louder. Some even had the audacity to speculate that the child was not of royal blood.

One afternoon, as Queen Isolde sat in her private gardens, a maid approached her with a knowing look. "Your Majesty," the maid whispered, "there is talk among the servants. They say the babe you carry looks too strong and healthy to be sired by an old man."

Isolde smiled serenely, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Foolish girls, always gossiping. I am carrying the king's child, and that is all there is to it."

The maid curtsied and backed away, but Isolde could see the doubt in her eyes. It mattered little, for soon the child would be born, and all would believe it to be the heir of the throne.

As the queen sat lost in dark thoughts, a shadow fell across the garden path. It was Lord Alaric, the king's trusted advisor. "Your Majesty," he greeted her with a nod. "Might I have a word with you in private?"

Isolde rose gracefully to her feet, smoothing the folds of her heavy silk gown. "Of course, my lord. Shall we take a stroll through the castle grounds?"

Alaric offered her his arm, and together they walked towards the castle. "I must say," the lord began, "there is much speculation about the babe you carry. Some even whisper that it cannot possibly be the king's."

The queen laughed, the sound like music in the crisp air. "Pay them no heed, my lord. They are mere servants, unworthy of our attention."

Alaric frowned, his bushy eyebrows knitting together. "But what of the king? He grows weaker every day, and soon he will not be able to rule. Who will take the throne once you give birth?"

Isolde's smile turned cold. "The child is of royal blood, and therefore the legitimate heir. The king has no other sons, and I am his lawful wife. There is no one else who can challenge the babe's claim to the throne."

The lord was silent for a moment, his eyes searching her face. Then he nodded slowly. "I see. And what of the child's father? Surely he will want to claim a say in the babe's upbringing?"

The queen's eyes flashed with anger. "The child's father is the KING," she hissed. "And he will raise the boy as his own. There will be no other claims made. Is that clear, my lord?"

Alaric bowed his head. "Perfectly clear, Your Majesty. I meant no offense. I only seek to ensure the stability of the kingdom."

"See that it remains so," Isolde warned, her voice low and dangerous. "Or you may find yourself without a position at court. Do I make myself clear?"

The lord paled slightly but nodded. "Crystal, Your Majesty. I am your humble servant. Now, if you will excuse me, I have matters to attend to."

Isolde watched him go, her mind racing. Alaric had always been too curious for his own good. She would have to watch him closely, lest he uncover the truth of her deception.

As the queen made her way back to the castle, she couldn't help but smile. Her plan was working flawlessly. Soon, her child would be born, and the kingdom would be hers for the taking. And no man, not even the king's trusted advisor, could stop her now.