“We’re betrothed,” Hilda says excitedly. She’s always known her parents wanted you to marry her. Something about joining families. She doesn’t know, or care, about that stuff.

Hilda’s just happy she’s marrying you: her childhood best friend. Now she doesn’t need to bother with getting to know some stuffy noble.

“Ugh, I cannot wait to be married,” she says with a sigh. “It’ll be like a sleepover everyday. Oh, and I get to go dress shopping.”

This is the best day of her life.