Have Her Summoned

The doors open to your guest room and comes in Lady Camilla side by side with her faithful friend Dorothye. Dietrich remembers your words from before and gets a good look at woman who'll bear your royal heirs. Lady Camilla has brown hair and matching brown eyes. Her eyes are a clear contrast to Dorothye's green. Both girl have brown hair but Dorothye has a marginally darker shade. As far as these traits are concern, any child inheriting them won't rouse any suspicion to their true parentage.

Then there's the most considerable difference between the two young women which is quite clear to anyone and everyone who could see them. Dorothye is prettier than Camilla. Far prettier. Dorothye has a bulging buttocks. Her breasts were rather ample. As proof of her fertility, she had nice hips perfectly suited to bearing children. All were physical traits Camilla sadly lacked.

"Mother, father, Lord Dietrich, my King," Camilla curtsies. Dorothye bows.

"Camilla dear, wonderful news." Camilla's mother steps forward. But Renard holds her back by her shoulder, "My love, I think we should let the King reveal it to her." His wife nods furiously, "Of-of course."

Then you step forward and the girls look at you with wide eyes, unable to speak. Dorothye instinctively takes her mistress's hand in her own. It calms Camilla down. It calms both of them down. Standing straight and tall, you royally notify them of your decision. "Lady Camilla, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

The revelation overwhelms the two girls and they take a step back. They seem out of breath when they turn to each other. Camilla's eyes asks, no, begs her friend to tell her if she heard correctly. Dorothye shakingly nods while a smile slowly forms on her lips and she mouths out a 'yes'. The two girls eyes' moistened with tears of joy. They enveloped each other in a warm hug, making little hops of excitement in their flowing dresses.

"Oh mistress, I knew this day would come" Dorothye says. The maid leads her friend by her hand over to you. She then takes your hand and places it on Camilla's, the very hand she lead her with. "Blessing be to the happy couple!" she says quietly yet joyfully.

You look into Camilla's face, the face of your current friend and future wife. She is smiling wider than you've ever seen someone smile. Renard falls to his knees. His head tilted up with his arms raised upwards. He was mouthing out 'thank you' repeatedly silently. "Dear, I know you're more than overjoyed but please stop embarrassing yourself. On your feet." His wife quietly chides him.

He gets to his feet and holds his wife's shoulders, "I couldn't help it, my love. I just never thought it would ever happen this fast. I can only be divine will!" Well he seems genuinely happy. "We must make the wedding preparations immediately."

"Calm down, dear." The older noblewoman advises her husband. "We don't even know when the wedding will be."

Renard blurts out, "As soon as possible, my love. They'll wed as soon as possible."

"What have I told you about telling me what to do, Duke Renard?" You remind him with a seemingly neutral tone. But Renard backs down. "My apologies, Sire. I got caught up in the excitement. My daughter's getting married! We'll have the wedding but under your time."