That is a good plan

You look from Beatrice to Johanna. The head maid does not protest. She simply stands there, her breathing slightly faster now, waiting for your command. "A backup plan?" you ask, a dark chuckle escaping your throat. "Your husband is thorough, Beatrice."

​"My husband knows nothing of this part," Beatrice whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "This is my idea. Johanna has spent years living like a nun in this house, serving an old man and managing his keys. She deserves to taste the passion of a young prince, and her noble blood ensures that any child she bears will be fit to be raised alongside mine as a cousin or a ward."

​You stand up from the bed, your naked body fully exposed to the room. You walk slowly toward the foot of the bed, stopping just inches from the head maid. She is shorter than you, her rigid posture keeping her eyes level with your chest.