You enter the great hall of the castle. You have just been married off to King Killian of Odicia, known for being tyrannous and cruel.

He sits before you in a throne of pure gold, looking over you intensely

“This is what I get for not meeting you in person” he groans “you are not nearly as pretty as you are in your portrait”

He stands from his throne and circles you, looking you over more closely with narrowed eyes.

“I suppose you’ll have to do” he shrugs “besides, there’s always mistresses”