Ask who Hubert is

From Lord Of Utterdom

"Hubert?" you quiz.

The girl gasps in shock and pulls your hand away, spinning around quickly. When she recognizes your face, she bows slightly. "My lord," she greets you. "Hubert is my husband to be. I am dreadfully sorry. I thought, perhaps, he had..." she pauses, looking to the floor. "Well, that, you see..." she grovels for a minute, unable to find the words to explain.

"You thought perhaps to have Hubert here in the dining hall?" you ask firmly.

"No, my liege! No!" She looks up, but then quickly bites at the corner of her lip and glances down again. "Yes, my Lord. I did."

You laugh, finding the honesty refreshing, and the deed wonderfully haughty. Hubert certainly could have had a wonderful time, where he not wherever else he was, doing whatever else he was doing.

Dismiss the girl and let her get on with her work

Threaten the girl for her favors

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