text: You remember what this room was like a year ago. Men and women laughed and cajoled, children played with the great wolfhounds that were always on the hunt for table scraps, and bards echoed melodies that filled the rafters with pleasant music.
  
  
  But that was a different time, under a different king.
  
  
  The throne room is empty, other than a handful of guards and a few servants milling idly, the throne room is devoid of people. It is silent too, the place is blanketed by an austere noiselessness, so that every footstep makes a clattering echo. Residing over it all, William sits in the throne, glaring at you thoughtfully.
  
  
  With just a handful of meters separating you and the king, your guards stop you. William looks at you expectantly.
  > You remain standing
  You remain stonily silent, and stiff as iron. William sneers and barks a command in French, the two guards behind you force you and Orvyn to your knees. William smiles patronizingly, he speaks softly, in an English that is only faintly accented.
  
  
  "I cannot imagine how tiring it must be to stand all the time. I thought you might appreciate a break"  