Ryn was not the sort of woman that frequently prayed, but she sent a silent prayer now to whatever deity might be watching this comedy of horrors. Help me, she thought. Just... help. There was no way she could let this go on, but she did not want to reveal the truth of their situation to him if she could at all avoid it. It was hardly that she feared Daphisio's wrath, but not being known as a noble bastard had its benefits. She worked well in shadow. She did not need any light drawn to her situation.
As it was, she had difficulty stating the obvious: he was the answer. He could be her twin. From what she'd heard, they weren't born terribly far apart, either. "Sir, I must apologize, but I am not for purchase," she murmured delicately. "A good madam does not place herself in competition with her staff. You need only pick a girl, any other girl, and I will see that you are satisfied."