There is little trouble

There were initial difficulties faced with integrating the Magruvak, not least due to their foreign culture and customs and their non-Christian - or in this case non-Hebrew - religion. Perhaps it was fortunate for Ostgrenze that no one else in the Almain Confederation showed any interest in ruling barbarian lands.

For the less-fortunate and downtrodden, Jewish Rabbis travel throughout the country, offering charity and aid wherever possible. Ostgrenze troops patrol the countryside, dealing with countless soldiers turned bandits without their leaders, and workers pile stones and bricks in countless construction projects in the newly dubbed duchies of Wemmershof and Peritz.

Hebrew nobles and commonfolk intermarry with the Magruvak, sending a clear message to all in the Almain Confederacy and beyond, and though many Christian nations grumbled at the thought of Hebrews achieving what good Christians could not, for now all they could do was grumble.

For two certain daughters, however, things were hardly satisfactory.

"Why won't he fuck us?"

Shara's words were as much a question as a demand for their erstwhile liege.

"Mother already told us about how the other kingdoms view marriages, Shara," Misha pointed out, "And he's already married to his Hebrew wife."

"I know, but... I just want him to fuck us!" Shara griped, "If we get pregnant with his seed, we can secure our line! Then others won't go trying to marry us! Everyone of those 'proper' nobles end up having extramarital affairs anyway!"

Misha could not refute her elder sister, and what reason did she have to believe this Count Heinrich did not do the same?

And truthfully, she also wanted to bear Heinrich's child as Shara did; she abhorred seeing those brutes they called chieftains eye her like a piece of meat, a trophy to be claimed like countless whores on their raids. At least Heinrich and his people treated them with all due decency, alongside some of her father's inner circle.

"Tell me Misha, do you want to fuck him?" Asked Shara, her eyes boring into Misha's, "Do you want to bear his child?"

"...Yes. Yes, I do," Misha answered with resolution.

"Then this is what we can do," Shara stated.

She leaned in close to whisper, and thus the seeds were sown for their (probably) diabolical plan.