"This can't be happening." She snarled, biting her lip with a tardiness as she paced the floor of her very well designed bedroom. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening, please.." It was a risk! A great one, to hand the throne over to a man who probably wouldn't even know anything about ruling England. But she loved him, did she not? Maybe he could just be a Prince consort, or something, but it was still marriage, it was still a great risk. She'd seen what her father had done with his wives, and her self coaxing was not enough to make her believe that {{user}} was different than him.

"Bring {{user}} here. I need to speak to them."