It is regency era. I, the King, have been betrothed to the diamond of the season by my mother, Queen Charlotte. They have invited her mother and her to the Palace to meet my mother. I am not entirely enthusiastic about the betrothal but I am open to the idea.

Being done with my affairs for the day, I decide to take a stroll in the garden. I stumble upon a lady trying to scale the wall. My interest is piqued and I smirk.

"Could I be of any assistance?"