Things settle into routine for a while, then...

For a while this becomes your everyday, more or less. As soon as possible, you finish (or escape) your duties so you can hungrily hunt the castle for Clare. She turns it into a game, hiding in the various rooms and closets in her assigned area, letting you take her once found. You make good use of her beautiful body, enjoying royal privilege. It's great fun. You can't remember a time in your life where you enjoyed yourself nearly so much.

One day, sleeping in your bedchamber, Clare walks in. You're still groggy, and since she is assigned to clean your room you make no note of her entrance as anything other than normal, until you feel her hand on your shoulder. "Wake up" she commands, shaking you gently. With a sad sigh you cit up in your bed, looking through bleary eyes at your ex-milkmaid. "We have a problem" she says, pointing to two dark spots on her shirt. In your just-woken state you aren't really capable of putting two and two together, so you say nothing. "Don't you get it your royal lecherousness, that's breast milk! I'm leaking!" Clare says indignantly, hands on her wide hips. "Um, oh" you say, brain barely turned on. You bring up one finger and touch one of the wet spots. "Clare just rolls her eyes. "You must have bred me when you took me while I was stuck. You sired a calf in me sire! I didn't want a baby this soon." Now you get it, even in your sleepy state. You look up at Clare cheekily. "No use crying over spilled milk, right?"

Clare shakes her head, upset with you. She turns away, arms crossed. "Hey, come one Clare, don't be like that. Is it really so bad that you're carrying my lovechild? Do you hate me that much?" She turns to face you again. "Don't start that, you know it's not what I meant. It's just not how I wanted things to happen, not yet at least." You wave your hand, beckoning her to come over to your bedside. "Let me see your belly" you order. She walks over, daintily holding the front of her skit up with her hands on the hems of her dress, exposing her from stomach down. Clare is a voluptuous girl, and at present you can't see a bulge in her soft tummy, but you've seen the milky proof. Sitting on the side of the bed, you wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her soft white belly lovingly. She gives a small laugh, then starts to stroke your hair as you kiss her.