Rejoice...

The Queen even took the initiative several times and visited the bedroom of her husband, King Eadric. The old king was a little surprised, but did not resist the next 'attempts to conceive heirs'. Sex with Eadric did not give the queen any pleasure. His flaccid dick was small. And achieving an erection was not an easy task for the old king. But Isolde made every effort to fuck with the king several times during the couple of weeks after… the 'visit to her bedroom by the stable lad.'

"When the external signs of pregnancy appear, I need an alibi. The calculations of the duration of the pregnancy period will begin… Now I can refer to the fact that I had repeated intimate relations with the king… Let everyone think that I got pregnant from him.

Queen Isolde's devious mind worked tirelessly to ensure her plan would succeed. She knew that if the pregnancy was discovered, she would need an airtight alibi. With a sly grin, she hatched a scheme to spend time with King Eadric more frequently.

Over the following weeks, Isolde made a concerted effort to visit her husband's bedchambers, much to his surprise and delight. Despite his advanced age and difficulty achieving arousal, she feigned pleasure as she guided him into her body.

During one such encounter, as King Eadric struggled to maintain an erection, Isolde whispered encouragingly, "My love, you needn't worry. We have all the time in the world to create life. Your seed has already taken root within me. I can feel it."

King Eadric's face lit up with relief and joy. "My dear, truly?"

"Indeed, my king," Isolde replied, caressing his wrinkled cheek. "We shall soon be blessed with a child, I am certain of it."

And so, the old king's heart swelled with hope, believing his wife's tale of divine conception. Isolde knew that once the pregnancy was evident, she could simply claim that their renewed passion had finally borne fruit.

As the weeks turned into months and Isolde's belly began to swell, the court buzzed with excitement at the news of the impending birth. No one suspected a thing, for the queen's alibi was flawless.

In the privacy of her chambers, Isolde rubbed her hand over the growing mound, a mixture of pride and guilt washing over her. She had successfully deceived everyone, including her husband, but at what cost? Only time would tell if her actions would come back to haunt her or if they would secure the future of Castle Eadric as she had planned. Twelve months later and a fine healthy baby boy is born, a handsome red haired lad something never seen before in the royal line. Although the Queen claim to have it in her line, no one noticed that he favored a certain stable lad…

The court was abuzz with excitement as word spread that Queen Isolde had delivered a healthy baby boy. King Eadric was overjoyed, proudly showing off his newborn son to all who would gather. However, whispers began to circulate among the staff, for the infant had striking red hair, a trait never before seen in the royal lineage.

The queen, quick to defend her claim of parenthood, insisted the red hair must have come from her side of the family. "My great-grandmother was renowned for her fiery locks," Isolde declared with a confident smile. "The lad takes after my bloodline."

Despite the queen's assertion, the servants couldn't help but notice how the child favored a certain stable lad, one known for his own fiery mane. They exchanged knowing glances but dared not speak a word against their queen. After all, the king had no heirs of his own, and the queen had finally given him the son he so desperately desired. After her pregnancy the Queen felt a great need for, 'exercise' and was often out riding for hours... Shortly she was blessed once more, and King Eadric's advisor began to talk... intrigue