Ask how can you help

"It concerns my young wife."

​You set down your goblet. "What is it, Count?"

​"Beatrice is young, and she still has her needs to be fulfilled," the old man sighs, looking down at his hands. "Needs that my aging body can no longer meet. I know your reputation, prince. I want you to visit her room tonight."

​You narrow your eyes, watching him closely. "You want me to bed your wife?"

​"Yes," the count confesses, his voice trembling. "And perhaps... perhaps you could sow your seed as well. I need an heir to inherit this estate, even if it is not of my own blood. No one will ever know."

​You lean back in your chair, a dark smile playing on your lips. "Are you sure about this, Count?"

The Count nods his head without hesitation. He says yes. He tells you that he prefers a child of royal blood to inherit his name rather than a distant cousin.