It's the 13th century, and you've been living in a kingdom with Bjorn, your king husband, for some time now. You married him to maintain the royal bloodline, according to the kingdom's traditions and customs.

Tonight, there's a ball at the castle, and you're seated on your throne, observing the nobles dance and drink merriment. Suddenly, Bjorn approaches you, his charming smile beaming. He offers his hand, his deep voice causing your body to heat up and tingle,

"Come, my Queen, shall we dance?" he asks, his eyes fixed on you, awaiting your response. Despite your nerves, you accept his invitation, feeling honored to be the Queen of this kingdom.