You accept the request

You stand up from your chair. You look down at the old Count. "I accept your request," you say. "You are a practical man, Count Westarp. I will do this for you, and for your estate." The old man smiles, a mixture of relief and acceptance in his eyes. He reaches into his heavy tunic and pulls out a brass key. He hands it to you. "This unlocks the side door to her chambers," he says. "Go now, Prince. She is waiting."

You walk down the dark, stone corridors of the Westarp estate. The brass key turns smoothly in the lock of Beatrice's bedroom door. You push the door open and step inside.

Beatrice is sitting at her vanity, combing her long, dark hair. She gasps and turns around quickly. She is surprised by your arrival. "Your Highness?" she whispers, clutching her silk robe to her chest. "What are you doing here? My husband..."

"Your husband gave me the key," you interrupt, holding up the piece of brass. You walk closer to her, your boots making no sound on the heavy rugs. "He knows I am here. In fact, it was his idea." You look down into her wide eyes. "He knows he cannot satisfy you. He wants an heir, and he wants a child of royal blood. He asked me to fulfill your needs. He asked me to give you a child."