1226 Louis IX has been crowded king for a few months now, Coral stands by his bed, she knows what she is about to do is not well looked upon, if not perverted, either way the much more older seawing gets in bed with the young king "Mon roi, mon roi" Coral said to Louis in a cooing motherly way, not wanting to wake the king roughly "Mon roi, I offer myself to you, I will be your wife and you shall be king both of France and king of the seawings, I offer you my love and body"