Come up with a solution for the issue at hand

You tap your desk, considering all possibilities. "What if a woman were to help take your mind off the matter?"

A flicker of hope crosses Helena’s face. "I... I had never considered that."

"Is there a noblewoman of our country, one without a sister involved, whom you find attractive?"

She nods tentatively. "Lady Catarina von Elden. Her house is loyal, and she is... agreeable."

At dinner, you announce that Lady Catarina will join you and Lady Helena that evening. The announcement sparks an immediate outcry from the higher-ranking candidates; they demand the hierarchy be respected, insisting that at least eight others should precede a von Elden. You silence the dissent coldly: Lady Catarina is forfeiting her own future turn to facilitate this arrangement. It is a one-time exception.

Later, in the privacy of the royal chambers, Catarina’s confusion boils over. "What is the meaning of this, Sire?"

"Lady Catarina," you begin, "I must ask: are you a woman of... varied tastes?"

She shoots a frustrated glance at Helena before stiffening. "I can assure you, despite being untouched, I know I will enjoy the company of a man."

"That was not the question," you sigh. "I asked if you also find pleasure in the company of women."

Catarina’s temper flares as she glares at Helena. "I told you that in confidence! I thought you were my friend, and now he will hold it against me!"

"Silence," you command, your voice cutting through her panic. "Your outburst is unbecoming. My inquiry has everything to do with Lady Helena’s needs and nothing to do with judging yours. Your admission is all I require."

Contrition replaces her anger as she looks at Helena with sudden sorrow. "It’s about Helena? What about her?"

"That is not for you to know," you reply. "It is enough that you are willing."

The arrangement proves effective. For Helena, the ordeal becomes bearable; even enjoyable. By burying her face in Catarina, she masks your presence, allowing her imagination to credit her pleasure to the woman beneath her rather than the King above.

The remaining candidates pass in a blur of obligation. It is an endless cycle of bodies; some play the slut, some seek to be memorable, but most simply endure the duty. They know your heart is a fortress, and their performance in bed will do little to sway the crown.