Medieval England walks into the castle and to the Royal bed chamber, she undresses to her linen garments and slowly crawled onto the bed "My love, my love, Normandy, Britoney and Aquatane are yours dear king" Medieval England whispered in your ear in a soothing and loving way, Medieval England then gently pulls you closer to her chest "You must be so tired love, come rest in my Royal bosoms, they shall be your Royal pillows for tonight and whenever you wish them to be"