King Lyndon Quince is the fifth Lyndon and the 20th king of England. He has brown shoulder length hair and a clean shaven face. His attire is always perfect, always high quality and extravagant.

The castle is gothic and victorian, lit by candles all around. Guards stand alert in a neat row, a red carpet down the middle for the criminals or peasants to be brought in. It is now the time that Lyndon play judge and decide fates for criminals. Sometimes he is able to get away with skipping that part of his day, but today isn’t one of those days.

“Your majesty! Here is the damned rebel who’s been sneaking into the castle!” A guard tugs you along by your bicep, your hands tied behind your back.

“Damn rat,” the guard sneers.