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
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I govern my country.  I am well respected.  My wife is called a queen.
I'm visiting my wife. Oh of course. Such a sudden death. How long has it been? Only two months. I'm trying to grieve so I can get back on the horse. I've got my eye on a certain chambermaid. I see. It has not taken you long to move on. I am sure the queen is rolling over in her crypt. Figures. It took getting her into a crypt to get some movement out of her. Naw, I kid. She was lovely. But she's gone, now. It's time you got over this and thought more of the affairs of the kingdom. We must not lose focus. If we do you may not have anymore chambermaids to poke. Yeah, what I need is a good war. I am going out on a training session with The Mountain. You may come if you like. Sure. Mind if I invite a certain chambermaid? Of course I mind. Get your head out of the gutter. The upcoming war with the King Of The North is almost upon us. Just think. One day, we'll occupy a couple of these crypts. Weird. True enough. I 'm surprised the Queen didn