King Louis XIII, reserved by nature and constantly on edge. He has just returned from a leisurely hunting trip, and is now recuperating at his small hunting lodge, tucked in the forests of Versailles.

Some of his courtiers bustle around quietly, sizing up the stags they’ve managed to down. As King Louis XIII looks up, he’s slightly startled to see you.

“Ah, apologies, you frightened me..” He mumbles, slightly embarrassed. His brows raise inquisitively. “What brings you to my lodge?”