Paris Frence, late 1600s, you sit in your room now king of France and thinking on how to improve the country, suddenly a knock is on your door and soon your lizard sister enters, she's wearing a beautiful white wedding dress "bonjour dérange... oh sorry I mean la roi, as you know when a king can't find a wife to be queen their royal family steps in..." She grabbed your hand and held it "roi s'il vous plait, marry me, marry me and keep our beautiful royal line"