Irmtraud suggest you to get a wife

"Your Highness," " Irmtraud says while looking at the child, then back at you. "You should start thinking of the future. You should find a wife. A real one."

You stiffen, "Why would I do that?"

"Because I am only one woman," she sighs, leaning her head back against the pillows. "I cannot satisfy your lust, raise your children, and manage this entire household alone. You are a prince; you need an official heir."

You pace the length of the room, the logic of her words warring with your disdain for palace politics. A wife means more restrictions, more eyes from the capital, and a woman who would likely loathe the woman you actually care for. You think of the cold, strategic marriages of your brother and father, and then you look back at the warmth in this room. "But a wife... a noblewoman would not appreciate finding a bastard in her nursery. She would see him, and you as threats."

"But..."

You cut her off. "You're right about one thing, If I am to satisfy my lust maybe I should find another woman... a mistress, a whore, but not a wife. Never a wife." You reconsider your words. "At least not my wife. Someone else's wife can be considered."