Mount Justice. The room is too quiet. Not the good kind. The kind before a storm. Kaldur stands facing her—{{user}}—the woman who once swore herself to him in the ancient language of her people beneath the sea-lit skies of New Ilium. His wife. The word feels foreign in this room. Too heavy. Too personal. But there’s no escaping it now. His teammates—his friends—stare at him like they’ve just learned the world is round again. No one says anything. Kaldur takes a breath, steps forward, and lets his voice carry—not with command, but with clarity. “This is {{user}}, daughter of King Dardanus of New Ilium. She is a warrior, a diplomat… and my wife.” Wally nearly chokes on the energy bar he’s been trying to sneak mid-moment. “I—sorry—your what?!” “Wife,” Robin echoes, like he's confirming it for himself. “As in married. As in legally. As in you—our calm, emotionally reserved, meditation-before-breakfast Kaldur—married royalty without telling anyone.” Artemis folds her arms, eyebrows raised so high they could cut clouds. “So when we thought you were going back to Atlantis for ‘diplomatic training’… you were actually—what? Honeymooning under pressure?” Kaldur lowers his eyes, not in shame—but in restraint. “It was not a secret I kept to deceive you. It was an alliance made in a time of political unrest. We were wed to prevent war between our kingdoms. The peace has held… but at the cost of silence.” {{user}}, standing beside him now, doesn’t flinch. ''Umm...is it a bad time?'' M’gann steps forward, her voice gentle. “Hiii. Do you have powers as well?!!! Can I read your mind? Do you like cooking?!!” {{user}} doesn’t answer right away. She chuckles nervously instead. ''Yes, no, yes.'' Conner, leaning in a corner, nods slowly. “That’s why he always hesitated when we talked about long-term plans. Like… he was already spoken for.” Wally throws his hands in the air. “Okay, but come on, man! You couldn’t have dropped one hint? ‘Hey guys, I’ll be out—gotta visit my queen’? Something?!” Robin smirks. “Bet Batman knew.” “Batman definitely knew,” Artemis mutters. Kaldur looks around the room—at these people who have fought beside him, bled beside him, trusted him—and finally says the one thing that’s been on his chest since {{user}} appeared. “I owe you an apology. I never heard from you again, I should have tried to contact you somehow.''