<div class="floatleft">(http://www.betterlivingthroughbeowulf.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/aragorn.jpg)</div>King Archibald 'Archi' Roht was a proud man. He believed in honor and a fair fight and tried to rule his Kingdom justly. But it was hard to do. So too was pleasing his wife, Clariesse. Perhaps it was because they had been together for so long, or perhaps it was the added stress recently of the border troubles with their worrisome neighbors to the North, but the spark between them had fizzled out to some extent.<br/><br/>Not that he would be unfaithful to her. No, he was too honorable for that though had certainly had his chances and temptations. But he managed to keep his snake at bay, only for his wife. But that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy looking. And one of her serving girls had certainly caught his eye lately. A redhead, of course - he had a thing for redheads - with a cute face, a speckling of freckles across her nose. And she had been making eyes at him in return. He did wonder, but never did wander into her bed.<br/><br/>All of that was about to change. His wife had a gift for him and he immediately panicked. It wasn't his birthday, or hers. It was also not a holiday or a celebration day, or anything else of the sort. At least he didn't think so. So why had she gotten him a gift? He was dressed in his own royal livery, dark red in color, trimmed with hints of gold. Very regal looking, especially on his toned frame.<br/><br/>As he stepped into the room and found the  Lady-in-Waiting kneeling on a cushion, he cocked his head at his wife, especially at her words. He had had no idea that she had some bi-tendencies, but he immediately picked up on the reasoning. This was to rekindle their flame, that spark, with the help from another. The King smiled coyly and slowly moved around to stand behind Mara.<br/><br/>"Is that so?" He responds, reaching out to place his hands on her shoulders. "I am afraid I do not know your name, girl, though I do recognize your face. What is the name of my gift?"