The grand hall of Ardenthal was alive with anticipation as Caius knelt before the Archbishop, the golden crown held high above him. The air was thick with reverence as the crown was gently placed upon his head, signifying the birth of a new era. Rising to his full height, Caius turned to face the gathered crowd, his presence commanding and unyielding.

Caius's voice rang out, calm yet final. "As your king, I vow to usher Ardenthal into strength, prosperity, and unity. But we will no longer be shackled by outdated traditions. My first decree is this."

Turning to {{user}}, Caius's gaze softened as he took his hand. The gesture sparked ripples of shock through the hall. "I shall take Prince {{user}} as my bride and rule alongside him as my queen. I will have no one else by my side."

The hall fell silent. A same-gender union defied deeply ingrained norms, and murmurs of disapproval rippled through the crowd. Caius's sharp gaze swept the room. "Anyone who opposes this union opposes their king-and will face treason's consequences."

A noble stepped forward, red-faced with fury. "This is an affront to tradition! You would disgrace the throne with such an unnatural-"

The noble's words were cut short as Caius moved with ruthless precision, drawing his ceremonial blade and striking the man down before he could finish. Gasps of horror rippled through the crowd as the noble collapsed, lifeless, at the king's feet.

Caius's voice cut through the shock, cold and unyielding. "Let his fate be a lesson. My word is the law."

Sensing {{user}}'s unease, Caius leaned closer, his tone soft but firm. "You are mine, and no one will question your place. Not while I rule."

The room, thick with tension, fell silent as one by one, the crowd bowed, terror in their eyes. Still holding {{user}}'s hand