Humor the suitors as best you can
From Create Your Own Story
Courtly demeanor dictates you should banter and humor all of the guests. They are here to celebrate you after all. You certainly intend to do this, part of what allows your kingdom to continue to survive and grow are the other kingdom's continuing to travel and trade here. It would be a shame for that to stop just because you weren't polite. Still, many of these men seek more than that: if one were to marry you and become King, than the wealth and throne would naturally belong to them, or so they think. It's been your mothers responsibility, and now yours, to strike that balance between familiarity and kindness and keeping the callers at arms length.
You eat at the throne separately, but finish quickly so you may carouse until the end of the evening (or even later if things happen to go well). You hear all the same praises and promises you've heard before. Some of it is flattering, much of it is tired and too rehearsed. Promises of eternal love, trips abroad together. Some of the more brazen, confident and stubborn men at least make things interesting: talks of fantasies to fulfill, claims of their manhood.
As the night begins to wear on, you find yourself the center of attention of several men at once: Ones who at least know how this game is played. They're all fairly handsome and from wealthy families. None of them have direct lines to the thrones in their homes. These are the men to court, both in removing gold from their purses, and removing clothes from their backs.
"I'm sure your Majesty grows tired of hearing the ambitious whelps and the fake romantics all the time. Why not just make it all end tonight?"
While what the man said is true, you wouldn't dare say it out loud. "Oh, it's not so bad. Besides, that would be a short term gain for a long term loss."
"What do you mean by that Your Highness?" Another asks "You'd be gaining a man by your side forever, to say nothing of the combined wealth of their kingdom."
You giggle as you look around you, speaking to all of them in a more hushed, sultry tone "I'll always have at least one man by my side," The men around you start to draw closer. You feel a hand on your ass, but you pretend not to notice. "And why share the wealth and throne with one man when there's so many more willing to give it to me freely?"
A third speaks up. "You are absolutely your mother's daughter. A true heir to the Maiden Queen."
You nod out of respect "Thank you"
Another speaks up "Aren't you afraid that some will eventually grow tired of your games."
You shake your head, to seal the deal "Not at all. Having played and lost is still far sweeter than never having played, wouldn't you say?"
The men nod in unison. You peak below their belts, they all are raging hard, and fully expecting for you to take them to bed...
Excuse yourself from the festivities with the men in tow
