Morning finally comes

Morning finally comes, and after cumming three times in the wanton peasant, you are a bit winded down. Still, you have to resume the chase after the seductress. Reluctantly you begin dressing, while Greta watches in wonderment at you, the man who used her to satiate your and her lust. After a while, she begins to put on some clothing as well.

You end up being ready earlier than your men, and when they apologized for it, you wave them off, saying that you got up early to get some early exercise, all the while eyeing Greta who smiles awkwardly.

As you're about to mount your horse, Beatrix gives a respectful nod, "Thank you for your patronage, Milord,"

You never identify yourself as the king, so she and Greta probably thinks you as a noble from somewhere. "It's certainly fated that I come here, and I have to say, this place is a good place," you remark, thinking that something could be done to develop it further as it is located at a strategic place.

"Your coming here is certainly a good omen," she continues.

"Oh?!

"Greta here will be getting married two weeks from now, and Your Grace's presence here is seen as good fortune by everyone, especially by Greta herself."

Greta is getting married? You find yourself getting hard at the image of the peasant walking down the church to be joined in marriage with another man, even though your child is growing inside her.

Not realizing what you're thinking, Beatrix turns to Greta. "Say something to show your appreciation,"

Greta bowed a bit and moved closer to you. "Thank you for coming here and I hope you will visit us again," she says as she winks. "May I approach you to tell about the information you might be interested in, Milord?"

You nod.

She moves in to whispers in your ear. "Come and see me raise your bastard as my husband's. And if you want, we can make a few more!"