"come now my friends"

The king grins, roguishly handsome. He has you in his lap at the great table, laughing with his men over ale and food. The queen is once again made to sit seats away from her husband, the seats of honour given to whichever of his men have pleased him best today. Your seat is always his lap, to question it would have the offender put to death.

"With this beauty what man could sleep?"

He laughs uproariously and squishes your cheeks affectionately, claiming your lips for all to see. An obvious offense to his queen at the same table but who could object? He is the king