You wake to a lecture

The following day something wrecks the pleasant idyll of the few days that have followed your victory. Riding with your entourage, you get called aside for a private discussion. You lead your horse off to the side of the road to speak with the man who called you. "Milord, may I speak freely?" asks Lothair, your majordomo. The balding, gray-haired little man from a gentry background has been in service of your family since your father first took the throne. "Say what's on your mind" you say warily. He breathes in deep, then begins, "I hope you will forgive my impertinence sire, but your relationship with the barbarian girl is, if I speak honestly, unacceptable for a man of your position. I can appreciate that you have wanted to enjoy your recent victory...victories, as it may be. But enough is enough" he says, shaking his head righteously. "Ha! Are you looking to take her place" you say venomously. He blushes and flinches at your mockery. "Sire, please here me out. Her kind are uncivilized, a woman like her cannot be attached to your royal person, it will serve only to disgrace you and everyone connected to you. Now, I am an understanding man. We've all been to confession. As such, I know that a man your age has the God-given urge to procreate in full ****, and there's no shame in that." He clears his throat awkwardly. "That is why I humbly suggest that a more suitable girl take her place." You look at him severely. "I assume you have someone in mind?" you say flatly.

You can see beads of sweat on the smooth crown of Lothair's head. "Yes sir. You see, my brother died of consumption a while back. Among other private matters, on his deathbed he entrusted to my care a young girl, revealed to be his illegitimate daughter with a tempting commoner. I would have to speak to her about it, but I can think of few better prospects for a bastard child of low birth than to be a royal mistress." He looks into your face nervously. "Please, sleep on it sire. I shan't press the matter further, just see me if you want to speak on it again." As he prepares to leave, he makes a final comment, " If her mother looked anything the daughter, I can understand how my brother could have fallen to her charms." With that he takes the reigns in his hands and moves back to the marching column.