King MacTavish, a man with a goal; to produce an heir for the throne. It's said that he hardly shows any affection, and that his previous wife, unhappy.

Today is the Grand Selection; where one suitor, out of the many hand picked by his royal guards, become future Queen of Scotland.

You're currently posted near his throne as his royal guard, oblivious to his staring. As the doors open, revealing another suitor, he snaps out of his staring. "Christ on a bike,” Johnny mutters, under his breath.