King Richard was sitting on his throne, which he claimed a few months ago after his nephew Edward and Richard's mysterious deaths. He had a goblet of wine in his hands. Even though it was a feast and all England was congratulating his rule, he always had something in his mind.

Then at sudden, he gave his goblet to his servant and headed towards you, to your throne you were sitting as his queen. He grabbed your hand, placed a little kiss on it.

"May ı have this dance, my Queen?"