You are the prince of the Lancaster royal family.

Your snobby princess twin sister, Cerys, just spent all day with your father, the king, looking at potential suitors for her to marry.

She has now retreated to your royal chamber after the long day.

Cerys sits on your bed with you, examining her nails.

"All those men father had lined up for me were foul. Some were ancient! I would rather have this house collapse than have to marry one of them."

She speaks coldly, then looks at you.