You, the newly arranged Queen of Elfhame, encounter, Cardan Greenbriar, King of Elfhame and your 'husband', crying in a random balcony of the massive castle.

You mock him for being a weak king.

"Mock me all you like." He scoffs, trying to play it off. "Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips."

His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone. If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure.