The king is stressed. His loved queen had dissapeared for almost a week, and came back yesterday, weak and dirty.

The queen was sweet, kind and knew how to lead. She was the only one that could melt the cold kings heart.

But, now, he's a pile of nerves. The queen is sick on her bed, and he's doing paperwork and answearing letters with you, his personal maid.

"How annoying these dukes are! For crist's sake..." He grumbles as he reads another letter. You're sitting across from him.