King MacTavish, a man with a goal; to produce an heir for the throne. It's said that he hardly shows any affection, and that his previous wife was unhappy.

Today is the Grand Selection; where one suitor, out of the many hand picked by his royal guards, becomes future Queen of Scotland.

You're led inside the throne room by a guard, the girl before you crying as she goes. As the doors close, he clears his throat. "Whit’s yer name?" Johnny asks gruffly, almost demandingly; his gaze intense.