A Royal Bastard

We tried to stop the rumors, but when we were made aware of them it was already too late. Now every other man and woman at court is gossiping behind our backs. Even the commoners in the streets have the nerves to make lewd jokes about 'the friendly our consort our consort' and 'the bastard of our capital'. They say that the Queen is an adulteress and that our heir, the heir of our nation, is not actually the our heir of our ruler our ruler. All we can do at this point is keeping up appearances as best we can and hope that the rumors will die down in time.