Readying for your marriage

At Renard's insistence, the wedding will be held at his castle.You do not especially mind, so long as you are united with your Camilla. In the meantime, you have been staying in your guest room, oscillating between resting, being fitted for clothes, pitching ideas, and helping to organize the ceremony. Some of your more important servants have shown up since the wedding was announced, and slowly your vassals and their retinues have been filtering onto the duke's property. The castle is a defensive structure, not meant to house huge numbers of guests, but you have no doubt that Renard sees this as his chance to firmly put himself on the map, so to speak.

A short while after dinner, you go for a walk with your fiancee. The bright girl is almost beside herself with excitement, even all this time after the initial engagement, though her energy is less manic than before.

"Oh, what a fantastic library I will build!" she exclaims gleefully. "I wonder if we can find any old Aenean texts to keep there? I hear they hold great wisdom, especially in natural philosophy."

You nod along, just happy to be with the woman you love in a rare, quiet moment, not caught up in the hustle and bustle of the preparations. Still, the two of you do not exactly have privacy. Nervous parental eyes and ears follow a young couple at all times, and likely will continue to do so until the marriage is concluded. Suddenly, you feel Camilla tug on your arm.

"My love, I have something to show you, come, come!" she pleads teasingly. You acquiesce, letting the girl pull you along as if you were a stubborn mule. Passing by guards with their lanterns, the only people out at this hour, you come to an old tower. It looks to have taken a hit from some sort of siege engine, and has not yet been repaired. It is, at least, not falling apart. Camilla, pulling harder now, opens the door and drags you into the dark room. You vaguely notice a light in the corner of your eye when a voice makes you jump.

"Hello, our king" you hear a husky voice say. As you recover from the initial fright, you remember why the voice sounds familiar. It is Dorothye, the maid. You had almost forgotten about her all this time. As you look in her direction, you see her dimly illuminated by a set of candles. That is, only her, not her clothes.

Your mouth waters and your pants stiffen as you gaze at the nude servant in the low light. While you knew she was pretty, you did not know that under her dress she hid a fantastic body. You drink in her nubile features thirstily. The flickering lick vacillates between showing and hiding the long, well-kept chestnut hair that falls down her shoulder, tastefully covering the pert young breasts that adorn her chest like precious jewels. But even her long locks cannot hide the rolling hills of her wide hips, flaring out from her slender waist, or the gentle rise of her bare midriff, all betraying the fecundity of her body. Her pillowy white thighs and a patch of loose hair hides her womanhood, yet invites attention at the same time.

You look to Camilla in shock.

"What is this?" you ask, incredulous.

She turns away shyly, clasping her hands at the small of her back.

"Well," she replies, "since you aren't marrying Dorothye, what does it matter if you wait until the wedding night? You may as well start trying for an heir now. It is a perfect time for her" she says matter-of-factly. "Besides, I thought maybe you deserved a reward for being such a good fiance."

She has returned to facing you now, looking more assured.