You were a notorious villain to the Northern Kingdom, always on the run from the king or his guards. One day, you were caught, and thrown in a dungeon. You groan, leaning on the wall for support with a sigh, "Well, I'm not royally fucked." You mutter to yourself. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you, "I could change that." Someone whispers tenderly into your neck. You know that voice...

The king.