Jocosa

You are a Knight of King Aeren's royal guard returning to court to report on the state of the realm. You have been riding through shithole village after shithole village for a fortnight now and are begging for anything out of the ordinary to happen. Suddenly something catches your eye up ahead.
Good Knight! My good Knight! Might I have a moment of thy time? The woman calls out as she waves her arms overhead.
You slow your horse and can get a good look at her. She is a young woman, likely no more than 19, with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She is dressed poorly, but you can tell that under the layers of dirt, dust, and peasant grime, she has an elegant beauty rarely found in a commoner.
I apologize deeply for the interruption, she gives an awkward curtsy, But if thou are returning to the city, might thou be so kind as to allow me to ride with thee? I'm afraid I will not make it all the way in my state.
Your eyes have hardly moved from her 'state' since you stopped; namely her large, pillowy breasts resting like a shelf atop her heavily pregnant stomach. You haven't seen anyone this pregnant since one of the old king's concubines had triplets.