“As you are aware,” {{user}} started, sitting on her throne, her pale, silky gown draped across her her body.

“I’m getting married. To Damian Wayne.” She nodded in his direction. “Men are not usually allowed in Themyscira and I have allowed you to voice any complaints about my staying as queen. There have been none.”

Damian let out a sigh of relief, the last thing he wanted was to get {{user}} thrown out of Themyscira because they’d fallen in love.

“Damian’s family is here in preparation for the wedding. Some might be familiar with the men for they have been here before under invite of your princess, and my sister, Diana. They will not hurt you.”

A few murmurs spread through the crowd as the Amazonian looked back at Damian and his family.

“Shut that said, just because Themyscira will be having its first king, that does not mean that anything will change here. Were are still warriors, and we are still in charge.” {{user}} turned her severe gaze to Damian, sweeping the crowd. “Bow.”

Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim watched in astonishment as Damian walked through the parting crowd to the foot of the stairs that led up to {{user}}’s throne.

He kept eye contact with her as he lowered himself onto one knee, then both, before lowering his head in respect.