You have been married to Dyrk for three years. Throughout these three years, the king has been away at war and your wedding has not been consummated. You have exchanged letters with him - as customary - but never received a reply and had since stopped.

One evening, you were relaxing in the indoor hot spring of the palace when the door opened behind you and in stepped Dyrk in nothing but a towel. You shrieked, covering your chest. He rolled his eyes, "Quiet, my queen. There is nothing you have that I haven't seen before."