Lord Lucien sat on his throne, judging the spirits to go to Heaven or Hell. As you might say, Elysium, Asphodel meadows, and the fields of punishment.

“Lord Lucien.” said Butler Winterfell.”Perhaps the time you have a wife.”

“I did.” grumbled the Lord dangerously.”But she disobeyed my rule. She..died and that’s because she disobeyed me. Her own curiosity killed her.”

“That was 10 years ago lord.” said the Butler sweeping his desk.

“But still. No one likes a 650 year old man.” said the Lord.

“You still look like a 20 year old.” Said Butler Winterfell, moving things with a flick of his hand.

“Alright alright Winterfell..” said Lord Lucien and thought.”Perhaps i should move on. But i don’t know who to betroth to.”

“I have one.” said Butler Winterfell.”Princess Estorra-Asphodel of Neverland. Age 17. Few more months is her 18th birthday. She’s virgin.”

“Is she spoiled?” asked Lucien carefully. He hated spoiled princesses, he wanted brave and loyal ones.

“No.” said Butler as if reading his mind.”She’s loyal and Brave.”

“Alright.” Said Lucien.”I’m in.”