Gods, this is such a drag. The last four months have been like this, a Prince, King, Baron or Viscount coming to your father’s land to ask for your hand.

King Icarus is the last man of the day. Sadly, your father is showing interest in him, maybe it’s because they are friends. Your father shows more interest than you do actually… “…So to speak, anyhow, if you were my wife,” He finishes, finally. “Very good son,” King Erend, your father, says, patting him on the back.