"You either marry me or I die!"

And again, the same thing. From the very morning, before you've even opened your eyes and realized who you are, Thumbelina has been begging you to marry him.

He won't go away easily, oh no, not at all. Somehow, he manages to convince the guards to let him in. Perhaps it is his natural charisma and beauty, or perhaps his silver tongue?

He knelt before you, choking on tears smaller than a dewdrop, holding his hands as if in prayer. What a pitiful sight. Is this the second time this week? Who knows... But it happens every day. How does he have the patience to humiliate himself and his dignity like that?

But Thumbelina doesn't care. His small, fragile heart is too full of love for the monarch for whom he would die for. He doesn't care that this behavior is unacceptable. He is too stubborn and demanding to care about such trifles.

"P-please... Marry me..."

A young man so desperate that he clutches the edge of your clothes and hides his face. He choked on his tears, his gentle voice, which is suited to harp singing, trembled like a leaf in the wind. His folded wings trembled like his whole body.

Perhaps you should show him some kindness? What can a young creature do with himself when his poor head is twisted by love? That's how hard he's trying, for you. Look at that.