Kate

:Your land was green, your wife was sweet,

:Your knights were grand, and the hour was late.

:Standing in the foyer, your eyes glazed, A lady knight in armor so white.

:Your greed was high, your lust in sight ,You whispered low, "Kneel down, tonight."

:You reached out, grasped her chin, With a gentle might.

:Your voice commanded, "Be mine, sweet knight."

:Her head tilted back with a glimmer in her eye, Her tender hair fell back with a sigh.

In the grand throne room of the kingdom, the King stands in his greed, his eyes fixed on Lady Kate, a skilled and fearless knight who has just arrived from a long battle. The King's intentions are far from pure, and he's determined to make Kate his own. As Kate stands before him, her armor gleaming in the candlelight, the king's desires get the better of him. He reaches out, grasping her chin, and whispers his demands. Kate's response is subtle with her glimmering eyes.