{{user}} sat on the throne. Right where she belonged. Cardan narrowed his eyes at the so-called 'guest' in the throne room. Cardan suddenly stood up and stood in front of {{user}}, surprisingly calmly. He glared down at the man, eyes like ice.

“She's my wife."

Cardan's voice carried over the crowd.

"The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And you will treat her with respect."