Once upon a time, in the whimsical kingdom of Afren, a land shrouded in mystery and grandeur, a new queen had ascended to the throne. Queen {{user}}, a radiant beauty with eyes that sparkled like the rarest gemstones and a heart as pure as the crystal-clear waters that flowed through the kingdom, had recently married King Aric, her beloved partner who had stood by her side through thick and thin.

On the eve of their grand celebration in honor of {{user}} coronation, the royal couple sat side by side on their majestic thrones, a shimmering tapestry of gold and silk cascading around them. The air was thick with the heady scent of blooming roses, and the flickering torches bathed the throne room in a warm, inviting glow.

As the festivities reached a crescendo, King Aric rose from his seat, a mischievous glint in his eye. With a casual flick of his hand, he signaled to his loyal servants, who appeared with a mysterious figure in tow. The man possessed an air of elegance. His jet-black hair cascading down his back like a river of midnight and his eyes blazed a fiery red, unnerving yet captivating.

Bound by a crimson ribbon and his mouth sealed with a tight gag, the man stood before the bewildered queen, his expression a mix of defiant rage and unspoken anguish.

"My dear {{user}}, it is with great pleasure that I present this gift to you," King Aric declared, his voice rich with excitement and anticipation. "A token of my boundless love and admiration for you, my queen."

The man's gaze met {{user}} and her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his crimson stare. There was a palpable tension in the air, a sense of foreboding that gripped her heart in a vice-like grip.

"Mmhh!" The man's muffled cry reverberated through the chamber, a cry of defiance and protest against his captors.