The king of your country, Arthur Whimsby, was not quite ancient yet; he was around 38 years old, with a well trimmed, short beard full of dark chocolate hairs and deep brown eyes. His eyebrows matched his beard, thick and also well shaped.

His hair was short so his crown never slid- thick, dark, lustrous. He was usually a jovial man, a kind ruler and quite the bear of a man (standing at 6'2" and clearly muscled, but a little around that), but lately, he'd been quite down.

Arthur was a charming man, yet he was lonely. He had no heirs, and no king or queen consort by his side. He was currently looking, desperately trying. It didn't matter what class you were or your gender; if you matched his criteria, he was all yours. He made lots of public appearances, and even held open evenings at the castle, looking for his special someone.