Yes, but before that,

"I would," you reply, "but before that, I want to tell you that I am willing to have your daughter adopted by one of the noble families that support me, or if necessary, the Royal family itself."

Lisandra recoils back from you in shock. "How did you know?"

"That look on you just now, I've seen it before. It is the look of a mother worried over her daughter's future."

"Just like her?" Lisandra asks, referring to Dobra.

"Yes," you answer. "She even tried to persuade me to take her two daughters. Just now, when you made that comment, it suddenly occurred to me that you're in the same circumstance. Plus, your body is one of a woman, not a girl who has yet to enjoy the experience of motherhood."

"It seems My Lord is a wise man indeed."

"Tell me about her."

Lisandra reveals that before she became your father's mistress, she had given birth to a daughter.

"You're married before?"

"It's a brief fling, and the asshole disappeared when he found me with a child."

"His loss then, since I have the beautiful yet sweet woman sitting in front of me. As for your daughter, she will be taken care of, just like Dobra's daughters. In time, they will find good men to become their husbands."

"You say it as if you're not a good man, My Lord. Besides, wouldn't you consider my daughter as your woman?"

"I'm not. I'm a sinful man who fornicate with their mothers, unwilling to make honest women out of them."

Lisandra smiles foxily and closes the distance until her nose is brushing against yours. "Wouldn't you make me your wife if I ask nicely?" she whispers huskily.