I turned from my associate and addressed the room. "Well, looks like I'm a good king! I spared the life of an enemy and demonstrated I'm a friend of the people, so let's call it an experiment! What's next?"

There was no response.

"Well, to bed it is... I guess."

After a short trip down my wide and elaborate hallway, Sir Clarke opened the golden double doors to my sleeping chambers, stopping suddenly as he saw a tall and elegant brunette inside.

"Forgive me, my queen. I did not mean to barge in," the man said, bowing with his hand still on the door handle.

"Quite all right, Sir Clarke," the woman replied. "You have brought me my king and that is all that matters."

The man quickly excused himself and left me with my... eer... wife.

"Uhhh... hello... uh, honey. I don't seem to remember you being at the banquet... but now you're here... so..." The woman closed the door behind me and looked me in the eyes - lustfully. I cursed and bolted across the room, realizing which kind of construct this amai had come from. She chased me playfully and grabbed my arm, throwing me onto the huge silk sheets of the bed.

"Stop!" I shouted, pushing her advancing form off of me.

"Oh come on, don't you love me, King?"

"I won't play into your perversions! I'm in love with another!"

"She's not here. Just live in the moment, Brandon," the surprisingly strong and relentless woman said as she lurched after me and we tumbled onto the floor. I decided I would never forgive the hacker, that I would find a way out if it was the last thing I did. I clawed my way back into the hallway and closed the woman in.

"I'm in love with another," I repeated through labored breaths. "I'm in love..."