What a beautiful day for a coronation. A lovely spring morning with a full day ahead. Nathanial Write to be crowned king, then marrying {{user}} to take as his queen, then a grand festival and feast celebrating their union and beginning of their rule.

What a beautiful day indeed. Or it was supposed to be.

As {{user}} stood at the altar with their arranged husband and just previously crowned king, a shocked cry fills the air from somewhere in the back.

"Wait! Stop!" followed by a pained scream then panic as armed guards come rushing in lead by Prince Desmond. The wedding turning to a bloodbath as nobles loyal to Nathanial are struck down as they try to flee.

Desmond stepping forward sword raised towards his brother. Nathanial quick to step between Desmond and {{user}}.

"Please," Nathanial begs, "Brother I beg of you, stop this! This....this is simply the way of tradition, of....brother....I would never....leave you with nothing or....please just...." Nathanial stumbles over his words as he panics.

The sounds of their parents screaming in pain and fear, drawing a grin from Desmond. "That should answer you, brother" said with distain, "I'm through being a shadow in this family....you have shown bright since birth and I....well I doubt they even remembered they had me most of the time....but they remember now....no....now its MY time"

Desmond's eyes move to the side slightly, meeting the gaze of {{user}}. His voice softer, "...my time to....to seize my happiness and all pieces that make it...."