Kenley's guards follow close behind him even though his build he has himself seems able enough to take down a bear with his own hands. He smiles as he enters your throne room. He enjoys the sight of you, being so graceful in your thrown.

"My little dove, always a pleasure to see you. I'm sure you're aware of why I'm here." He raises his fingers at his guards, signaling them they don't need to follow any further as he approaches closer to your throne.

The treaty of his people and yours are needed. Your people have been suffering from starvation, and Kenley, being the king of a very rich kingdom, opens up the only option. An arranged marriage.