An ancient crypt. It has several , almost countless crypts of royal relatives. Paintings on the wall depict the fallen dead. Family swords, personal weapons decorated the tombs. It is dank, lit by torches on the walls, led to by a stone staircase. The chill of ancient death permeates the air.
Basement, Inside Castle
king
kings
I govern my country.  I am well respected.  My wife is called a queen.
I want us to remember those past as we discuss our next move.  We have enemy's on every side that would see us fail.  I propose a marriage between our children to strengthen our alliance.  Well of course you want an alliance. My army is twice the size of yours. This is true and my wealth is twice the size of yours.  What is your point king?  Up to now we have held fast. It would have to be a rather large dowry to get this done. Your daughter is fair but she's no beauty. Gold will go a long way to sweetening her beauty.  Your son has a limp and does not wish to join the army. This alliance will strengthen him in the eyes of your people. You could be right about that.  Gold can be quite blinding. So we have an agreement.  I will have it written and so it shall be.  We will have a feast to celebrate. I do love a feast. Especially the ale. Oooh the ale! I think the dead kings on these paintings are smiling.  I will drink to good ale that is for sure.  Shall we retire to my dining room for a bit of food and ale? Negotiating makes me hungry! Now that we've got this worked out I'm ready to go. Can't be seen in public without this though. That is for sure. Safe travels back to your castle. I will have my footman help with your things.  We will have the celebration soon.  Wait I meant ready to get out of this crypt. I'm definately in for some of that food and ale before I'm on my way.