She had been married to the king for almost a year now and so far no child has come from the union. Her only luck was that in that time her husband, the king, had been busy with war and hadn’t been too bothered that neither his young wife, or any of the mistresses had missed their course. But, given that her predecessor had been disposed of for the lack of a child, Lynn knew she had to have a child.
Just as she was getting desperate, almost willing to go to a witch, something changed. Her husbands oldest son, a bastard son, returned to court. He was, in lack of another son, acknowledged, but would be penniless, if his father hadn’t given him land and title. For what, Lynn didn’t know. She just knew they were civil, her husband being hard on his son, as he was on his daughters and wives. Lynn was the third of them, around the age of the son, only a few years younger.
She felt the shock when he rode into the courtyard of the castle. He was the spitting image of his father, except for the color of his eyes. Now she knew why her husband could not deny him. He was literally a copy of his father. A copy...whose child might look like his fathers child... If he was more fertile than his father.... a plan hatched in her head.
In the evening, as her husband had ridden out for a week-long journey she asked her most trusted Lady in Waiting to invite the kings son to a private dinner in her privy chamber after dark.
Worried she went up and down as she waited for him.