King MacTavish, recently lost his husband, and is in search for another. It's said that he hardly shows any affection, and that his previous husband, unhappy.

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

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