The Lord and the Stableboy

You are the Lord of many lands, with hundreds of serfs that work under you and are obligated to you and part of that obligation means that they must ensure that you always have somebody to meet your physical needs. Each year for ten years on the longest day the villagers have sent to your mansion a girl with who you can relieve your appetites and discard when she ceases to satisfy you. You are aware that the serf do not like this much and many have appropriately aged daughters sent to other lands so as to avoid being selected for this service, but you believe they should see the chance to serve you as a privilege.

But this year no girl has been sent and instead the stable-boy of one of your most dedicated farmers stands at the door with a message.

"There are no girls that meet your requirements in any of the villages, all of the women now hastily marry so that they cannot meet your requirement of being untouched."

"My appetites must be met," you remind him, "My wrath when they are not is a fearsome thing."

"The villagers wonder if you could be convinced to compromise. You require service and the farmer's eldest son has returned from his travels and his father wishes to give him my job and so I am no longer of use in the village and a burden on their resources so I was sent here to confront you, although your temper is feared."

"Are you untouched?"

The boy shrugs. "There are many horses in the village and my work has always taken all of my time. I don't see how that is relevant to our negotiations."

You look at the stableboy, a young man with overgrown hair and a soft boyish face, with none of the roughness or scratches that would come of needing regular shaving with the equipment available to a stableboy. His hands are clearly rough and he has the wiry muscle of somebody who does largely physical work, but he is short and fair skinned, and slim no doubt from working all day with little food.

"You shall provide services to me instead, and therefore remove the burden upon your village while meeting my needs too."

The boy looks confused and you roll your eyes, but it's no surprise that as a farmhand he's uneducated. Instead of explaining you take him by the shoulder and lead him into the house.