Comfort her and apologize

Seeing her in such a dejected position with her legs splayed across the bed, hair fanned out underneath her, your cum and her virginal blood leaking out of her pussy, and her beautifully sad eyes, you feel a twinge of guilt. By a twinge you mean a tidal wave. Putting her robes across her body and fastening them as best you can, you try to hide her ravaged state as if it could hide the shameful act you committed. She visibly flinches when she feels your touch again. Attempting to fix her hair, you kiss her tears away and look at her with enormous remorse.

"I'm sorry that your first time had to be like that." You manage.

"Power does that to men. It is what led those schemers to frame my family and take power for themselves. Do not try to absolve your sins with your post-coital guilt." She snarls at you in hatred. "The lust for power of men is what led me to this. I should have been a candidate for your queen, embraced and cherished with love, rather than **** and ravaged like a simple peasant girl in the heat of war."

You feel surprised at the mention of her family. You thought their case was open and shut.

"Is what you say about your family true, that you were framed and wrongly accused?" You ask her.

"If you weren't complicit in the plot, then you are a fool. My father was among your father's most loyal. He served for 40 years, he even rotted in a Nipponese prison for 2 years under **** and pressure. If anything, the only thing he betrayed was the value of his own life in serving such a pathetic king." She spat.

"Do not mistake my kindness for tolerance. I do seek proper justice, but I will not have you blatantly insult my lineage." You sternly tell her. She stares at you in hatred but nods her head in silence.

"I will investigate your claims and try to uphold justice to my upmost. As of now, your family will be granted money and a small estate to at least rejoin the lesser nobility." You promise her and her eyes begin to soften. She throws her arms over you and begins to weep. You remain shocked at this sudden turn of events and realize that this beauty, despite her dazzling beauty and aristocratic bearing, is just a girl without a father that is unused to kindness. You comfort her and murmur your support.

Something strikes you. You wonder at how her brother had felt. You remember the escapades you guys had engaged in as kids. Making this known, she responds that her brother reacted out of disbelief towards their father's branding as a traitor and joined the army in an attempt to reach sympathetic generals. The plotters had simply thrown him into the meat grinder of war immediately and he had died in a gruesome battle. You feel shocked and saddened by this. You had let down one of your childhood friends. Suddenly, she speaks up.

"You know, I can tell that you're thinking about him. I remember how close you guys were as kids and teenagers. I remember seeing the mischief you got him into and likewise. It's how I first fell in love with you. I thought you were the most dashing prince ever, a warrior: my warrior. I wanted to be yours at first sight."

You laugh at this in delight and tease her about it, remembering that you had a huge crush on her when you were younger. However, you don't let her know about the crush part and the two of you begin talking the morning away. You find her intelligence and mannerisms as magnetic as her beauty. By the time you must leave for court, you already made up your mind. She would be a concubine, maybe in time even the queen.