Your mother’s words echoed inside your head.

Your mother’s words echoes inside your head, and you quickly found yourself sitting cross-legged in front of a naked Lisandra, telling her everything your mother just said to you. “I can’t believe my mother told me to have her and my sister executed.”

This prompted a giggle out of Lisandra. You watch in confusion, and her sexy stomach goes in and out with each laugh. “I am sorry to tell you, but your mother is much too much of a selfish woman to ever say that. I believe that your mother would like you to eliminate the risk of her being compelled to take on one of the suiter, rather than protecting yourself.”

You frown. “Why would she not want to take on another suitor? It is well known that her marriage with my father was that of a political one more than that of one filled with love.”

Lisandra answers with a jiggle in her breasts “Because of who her three suitors are. There aren’t any reputable men looking to risk their neck on a slim chance of becoming King through a Queen who already has two children. Her first suitor is a nasty drunk known for beating his wife. His last wife met her fate while he was having drunken sex with him.

The next suitor is a landowner of a small area. He has literally stolen every woman in his land; when that wasn’t enough, he imports women from other areas. He maintains peace by holding monthly orgy parties during which the men of his domain can use the services of any or all of the women inside his castle. It is assumed his wife would not be exempts from those parties.

Her last suitor is her own brother, who, if rumors are true, regularly shares a bed with his father, mother, grandmother, and daughter. Sometimes alone and something all at the same time.

Rest assured, these suitors are a bigger threat to her than they are to your throne, my King.”

“Then what was she doing?” you question Lisandra.

Your father's former mistress answers, “There are only two ways those suitors would not take her. One, if she becomes a concubine or wife of another noble; I am sure she does not want to lower herself to be at the service of a man’s cock like me.”

"So what's the second one?"

Lisandra smiles slyly.