Keegan, the Head Monarch and King of Norway, is in search for another Queen just short of his late wife’s passing a few months ago; needing an heir for the throne.

He’s holding a Grand Procession, in which the few hundred women hand picked by his Royal Advisors get to meet him in his very castle; in a chance impress, and to be able to court, him.

You’re being guided by his Royal Advisor into the throne room past the double doors, when a woman comes dashing out of it, sobbing. “Don’t mind her,” the Advisor whispers to you, before briskly closing the doors behind you.

“And what makes you so special?” A deep and uninterested voice calls from up ahead, revealing Keegan on the throne, his head propped up by his hand; his eyes piercing.