The trip back

You would love to fuck Lady Beatrix's pregnant pussy in front of the defeated ex-Arch Duke. However, for safety reason, Sir Deatrix insisted the ex-Arch Duke ride in another carriage, surrounded by guards. All that meant that Sophia got to join you in your car on the three-day journey back to the castle. The pleasant sounds of feminine pleasure moans could be heard radiating from your cart almost every second of the journey. The bumps in the road made it impossible for them to predict your thrust or intensity of thrust thrust irregular, which increased the volume of their moans. You had so much fun in your carriage that time passed by unnoticed; you're back before you know it you where passing through the gates of your capital.

The news of Lady Beatrix being pregnant with your bastard child was a major announcement, so much so the nobles were not complaining about the ex-Arch Duke of Lutherburg still having his head attached to his body. They also didn't make a fuss about him being placed in a room at the corner at the castle; the room was far from the nicest room of the castle but it was certainly NOT A DUNGEON.

The celebration of your upcoming bastard's childbirth filled the capital city, allowing Wilbur to return and start his work without attracting the public's notice. From the very beginning, you knew the Wilbur's task would be difficult. If what Wilbur said about Queen Alana was true, then Queen Alana was very cunning, and she would have the King of Francia on her side. Wilbur would need to produce a result far more convincing than just his own words to prove her involvement in the whole conspiracy.

You realize how wily Queen Alana could be when she showed up in the Reception Hall one fine day. It was a good day before she appeared, as Sophia had told you she was late in her monthly visitor.

In front of all your nobles in the hall, Queen Alana greeted, "Good morning, good King."

Wary, you replied, "Now, have I done to deserve the pleasure of the presence of the Queen of Francia?"

Queen Alana said, "I come to give Francia's to congratulate you on your third child."

The brazen congratulatory message caused goosebumps to run down your spine and the room to jump in commotion as you were just told of Sophia's condition minutes before walking into the greeting chamber, and no one else was to know yet. Not even your most trusted advisors and certainly not the ex-Arch Duke knew it. It was obvious Queen Alana had spies in your castle to possess that knowledge of that.

She smiled innocently, but you know she was goading you that you had no secrets from her. You never wanted to have a private conversation with her, but since you possess that much knowledge, you couldn't let her just openly talk in front of all your nobility.

"I think it's time for everyone to clear to the room so that the Queen and I can talk freely." At first, your nobles object, but Sir Dietrich eventually convinced everyone to follow your orders, leaving you alone with the Queen.

"Now, Queen Alana, what is the real reason you grace my presence?"

Queen Alana waves her hand in the air. "What do you mean? You're expecting your third child is a big event, enough for me to come in person to congratulate you.”

"It would be if I had actually made the announcement, but I myself just found out about it this very morning. This means you started your journey here well before could have possibly known. "

Queen Alana smiled as she says, "It's sad to see that you don't trust me."

You snapped, "ALANA, LET'S CUT THROUGH THE BULLSHIT. If you are wise enough to know of my third child well before I am than you are wise enough to know that I have good reasons not to trust you."

For the first time since she entered the hall, frown marred her beautiful face. "If you must know the real reason, I have travelled all the way into your backward land. It's simple; I came offering peace. I am a lady that likes fun, and in my current predicament, I am not having enough fun. If you will let me have some fun with you here, you would have nothing to fear from me."

"With your vast knowledge of the most intimate details of my country, you shouldn't need my permission to 'have fun' in my country."

The Queen smiled once more and shook her head. She walked up to you and placed her hand on your shoulder. "Oh, I’m not sure about that. For the type of fun I want to have, I am going to need your permission."

You scoffed, "And what type of fun are you looking to have?"

She seductively ran her finger across your chest. "Let's just say if you agree to this, you will be in bed with me in more than a political way." As she winks at you.