"Well done well done!" Clay said clapping his hands. "I thought you had gone and died for a moment there! Very well, You are permitted to join my forces, and to stay as my guest! You do the name of Dewsbury well!"
"Thank you, Archbishop Clay" Prince said kneeling before him.
"Is there anything I can do to accommodate your stay here?" Clay asked.
"Yes," Prince said smiling devilishly "There is one thing…" Prince said
"Speak Speak! You are a man worthy of his wishes!" Clay clapped.
"There is a maid here, she goes by the name of Franceska… would it be too much to ask for her to attend the cleaning of my room tonight… of coarse I would need my own quarters."
"Machievelli!!!" Duke thought clenching his fist. "You dog! A knight shouldn't be so brazen with his women!"
"Haha! I see you have an eye for quality! She is one of my best… I will see to it she cleans your quarters and leaves no area untouched." Clay said evilly
