The tournament is almost ready

It is only a few days now before the tournament. Most of the guests have arrived, and you have gone through the usual insipid greetings and small talk with all those of note. Otto says you have finished your training, and that you should use the next few days to rest your muscles before they are needed. Your skills have definitely improved a lot, but will it be enough to put on an admirable performance? You don't feel good about your chances, but victory isn't necessary, it would just be pretty nice.

Walking through the quiet halls, you catch sight of gently swaying wide hips. It's Lisandra, gesturing toward you with a "come hither" wave. You follow her, and she pulls you into your room. As you enter, you see Angelika there too, looking anxious. "Is there something you girls want to talk about?" you ask, confused. Lis smiles. "That's exactly it actually." She glances back at Angie, who avoids her gaze. "She and I have both missed our monthlies." A dead silence hangs in the air. Lis in unfazed by your lack of comprehension. "What did they bother teaching you in that monastery? It means, I think you've knocked us up." Your jaw drops. You shouldn't be this surprised, but the news hits like a brick regardless. It's one thing to risk pregnancy, another to have it confirmed. Angelika has covered her face with her hands in shame. "Oh! Mom and dad warned me not to mess around with boys before marriage! Now look at me, I'm a disgrace to my family." She sounds to be on the verge of tears. Lis turns around in a flash and pulls her hands away, looking sternly into her face. "You watch your tone missy! Your parents told you that because they expected you to be fooling around with Johnny Cowpie or some other loser! You've been gifted with a prince or princess after faithfully servicing the needs of your king! That's no disgrace, that's an honor, and don't you forget it!" Angie calms down, but it's likely more due to fear of Lis' rare wrath than a change in her perception of her pregnancy. Lis relaxes as she turns back to you. "We just thought it important to let you know. At least now we all know you're plenty capable of continuing your dynasty. Good luck in the tournament daddy! Oh, by the way, before the tourney starts you should try to find an eligible maiden and become her champion. It would get you on the fast track to a proper marriage. Think you can handle that?" she says teasingly. It is actually a bit daunting. There are at least a dozen girls here of high rank, and even more of lesser nobility. "I'll do my best" you say, unsure. Lis rolls her eyes. "Where did my confident king go all of a sudden? He can't handle a few ladies?" You give Lisandra your assurances that you'll find somebody, but she doesn't seem satisfied.

"Well, if he's going to be like this Angie, maybe we should hold out the sex? We might be holding him back, if he gets his needs met here he may be losing interest in other girls." Angie nods. "No, no, that's not necessary!" you say. Lis smirks. "Ok, we'll have to trust you for now. As a show of good faith, how about we take care of him Angie? We can't get extra pregnant, right?" Angie nods, and you spend the afternoon enjoying their company.