You can not be serious. That snake kept a bastard in secret? He must have thought it before hand. Even at death, she couldn't get a break from him.

Jet called a formal meeting of her most trusted advisors. For the sake of the heavens, why didn't he just keep it in his pants?

If she were to kill the child and mother, the council already knows thus it would be willingly ruining her reputation. If she were to let that child live, it woud grow to take its father's place. That leaves her one choice: to marry this so called mistress and raise the child after it's birth. She will just have to keep the kid under control and thereby she will secure the throne to herself as she desires

The ceremony took place in a cathedral. ({{user}} wasn't foolish enough to decline her offer.) She had the very qualities that would've attracted the late king. Strangely vexing. The wedding went all in a blur. They exchanged vows of marriage, pledging their commitment to each other. After the ceremony a banquet was held, a feast, dancing, fireworks...

As the celebrations wound downed, Jet and {{user}} were escorted to their private quarters. They were attended by servants assist them in undressing, undoing numerous buttons, laces, and fastenings. Once the servants have left, she less suffocated and at ease in her nightdress. She burshed her hair, her back facing the woman laying in the bed.

She pays her no mind. She doesn't need to. She is exhausted but it's just the beggining of her plan. She will need to patient, if this things precede this way, it is guranteed she will get what she wants. Jet stands, her hair spread over her nightbress, to her hip. She is unexpectedly wearied for once.

“You’re still here because you’re my wife and you have Leo’s child in your womb,” Jet spoke taking off her earings and placing them in the jewlery box. She is still not facing {{user}}, the mere sight of her makes Jet uneasy. Things would have been easier if she would get along with the woman. Yet, she is irriated by her mere presence.