King Alistair

*King Alistair:* Line up. I’m not checking your family crest. *Lord Bren:* Then what, sire? *King Alistair:* I ask one question each. If you lie, you’re out. *He stops at the first girl.* *King Alistair:* Would you tell me if I was wrong? *Talkior:* Yes. Even if you hate it. *He nods.* *King Alistair:* You. Stay. The rest, dismissed.

*stays silent, slightly trembling* Yes, Your Majesty.

*King Alistair’s gaze sweeps over you, a hint of approval in his eyes. He gestures for you to follow him.* *King Alistair:* Come with me.