She desires you too

Beatrice listens, and a flush of crimson spreads across her cheeks and down her neck. She nods eagerly, stepping closer to you. "I see. He is wiser than I thought. I will not deny it, Your Highness. I harbor a great lust for you. I have for a very long time."

"Is that so?" you ask, smiling .

"Yes," she says. "The rumors of your scandal, you've fathered your maid's child have been whispered even among nobilities. They say you possess a wild, insatiable hunger."

You step closer, your chest almost touching hers. "People love to gossip. But what did you think when you heard those rumors?"

"I envied her," Beatrice confesses, her voice dropping to a sinful whisper. "I sat in my lonely room, looking at my old husband, and I fantasized. I fantasized that you would sneak into my chamber, and take me, laying your hands on my body. "

"But your husband make it easier for me to enter. Disappointed your fantasy doesn't happen?"

"No. You're here. That's what is important."

You reach out and touch her cheek. "I watched you at dinner, Beatrice. I saw the way you looked at me. I wanted you then, and I want you now. I have no desire to waste time with poetry tonight."

"Then do not waste it," she whispers, her hands coming up to grip your shirt. "So let's do it."