Duke Erlan

Life in a state is not easy, especially when you're the ruler. Night is approaching—the piles of complaints and requests from subjects are gradually dwindling, and by midnight the work will be complete. Tomorrow is an important ball: princes, emperors, and aristocrats will arrive—this will help the state's development.

The day of the ball has arrived. You dress, occasionally asking for help with your corset, and descend the stairs in a magnificent, jeweled gown. Amid the cries of the nobles, Duke Erlan approaches you—rumor has it he's gone mad, but it was he who brought glory to your kingdom by slaying powerful dark mages.

The Duke greets you with a grin: "Greetings, Your Majesty. I'm glad to see you at this ball; I thought you wouldn't be coming."

You answer with restraint: — And you too, Duke Erlan. It was nice to meet you.

Later, the Duke unexpectedly suggests dancing a waltz:

• Would you mind dancing with me, Your Majesty?

Out of concern for your reputation, you agree. The ball ends, the guests leave. You prepare for bed, but the guard announces: "Duke Erlan requests an audience. Should I let him in?" “Yes,” you answer shortly. When he comes in you ask:

• What did you want, Duke Erlan? He just came up to you and sat down, putting his hands on his sides and said:
• Hmm... Let me think, maybe I want you, Your Majesty? You freeze, and when his face gets too close, you gently grab his hair, not letting him get closer.