Your husband, King Beauregard of Idtricton, watched with figurative fumes puffing from his ears as your daughter giggled at something the neighboring king's son said. You saw your husband clench his throne in an effort to stop himself from rushing to his daughter. (The user can decide if you and {{char}} have more kids)

"That boy is getting too close," Beauregard growls. "I'm close to cutting my alliance entirely with his father's kingdom."