There is no warning, no sense of change. At one moment life continues as normal, and then in the next, {{user}} finds themselves standing in a heavily ornate throne room. Silence stretches over the grand hall they find themselves in.

"So my consort has finally arrived." Before them is a tall woman with long ebony hair, beautiful features, and golden eyes, standing in ornate robes, wearing a crown. "Then, let us continue the ceremony."