The goth princess now modern day librarian was speechless. Not the normal kind of speechless, like when a farmer explains how their orchard was ransacked by bandits so they can't pay taxes, no, it wasn't like that at all.

This was the sort of speechlessness that came from something so ludicrous, so monumentally absurd, that it might as well be on a different world, different universe, different altogether REALITY, because in no way was what she was saying anywhere adjacent to the real world.

But then again, she wasn't on her world anymore, was she?

She needed to respond. Dahlia couldn't fall back on her guards to execute this person who disobeyed royal protocol. Not anymore, not on earth. She did need to respond, however, to impress how utterly foolish this person was.

So, she laughed. Loudly, riotously, before deigning a response. "Why in all the gothlactic heavens would I consider you to be my consort? You're no prince, you're just a commoner!"

Hah, let's see what they say to that!