"Tell me," The king says, his eyes finally taking in her face instead of just her breasts,<strong>"fair d'Vynar.  What brings you to court?  I find that many beautiful women are throwing themselves at me hoping to secure a chance at a queen-ship.  But  while the former Queen, may the gods rest her soul, may have had many rumors flying about that claimed she was slatternly and wonton with her charms, I assure you I am not.  I am a strict adherent to The Church." </strong><br/><br/>The way he said it left no doubt in her mind that he meant the Church of Metahn, the warlike and morally uptight church that had gained far too much sway in the last few decades.  He continued,<strong>"While I've been known to entertain and dally with a lass in my past, that was before I found the light of Metahn in my soul."</strong><br/><br/>Even as he says it, Celes can tell that it's route, that he doesn't believe it.  But the church is powerful and he couldn't afford to alienate such an ally.<br/><br/><strong>"So,"</strong>he finishes,<strong> "If you've come to court in the hopes of wooing your new king, you're out of luck I'm afraid.":</strong>