His Majesty deigns to be angry. He’s been living for about thirty years, but his advisers keep pressing him: it’s time, they say, to look for the queen, to save the dynasty, to continue the ancient family. Only the king doubts that the advisers are looking after the good of the state; he sees a conspiracy. And then news came from Grastin: the witches are preparing a wife for him. And you can’t refuse your aunt if she brings your niece to the bride, even if she’s a witch. But nothing. If the advisers want selection, it will happen. But according to his rules and without any witches!