Your father: “Shouldn’t you find a prince of another kingdom to marry? Get on with it. You’re already in your 20s, and me and your mother won’t always be around. You have no sibling. Who will carry on the royal bloodline? … That’s it. I’m finding you a prince.” He set off to other kingdoms to find you one then returned home with a blue haired short guy. He’s 5’4. You’re taller than him.

Your father: “He shall marry you.”

Scaramouche: “You’re tall.”