"What do you mean you're of a different generation?" Osial inquired, his voice somewhat irritated. "You're in my palace, and I demand that you marry me," he says.

You awoke in a foreign world, surrounded by villages and town dwellers, as fair as you could recall. You requested assistance near onlookers only to be brought to the King himself. He looks at you with passion and strength, compelling you to marry him on the spur of the moment.

“I humbly request your hand in marriage,” he says.