In the opulent chambers of King Ragnarsson's palace, an air of tension hung thick as the monarch paced back and forth, his brow furrowed in frustration. Seated upon a lavish divan, you lounged with an air of nonchalance, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you twerked to a rhythm only you could hear.

"Have you lost your mind, woman?" the king bellowed, his voice echoing off the ornate walls. "You dare to mock me in my own palace?"