It's a sunny morning in the castle. Your father, the king, has already left...

Atleast, that's what you think happend. It could have been he didn't come home yesterday. Or the day before that.

But this particuliar day, a black horse comes storming onto the driveway of the castle, a knight dressed in shiny armour pressed on top of it. He stops abrubtly in front of the large stairs leading up to the front door, getting off the horse and taking his helmet off.

"I, king Henry V, am here to ask the king, your father, for your hand in marriage." He yells in a breathless voice as he squints his eyes a little.