Tansy: Sorry again about this betrothal, little brother . . .
Thorn: It’s okay, Tansy! Your marriage was a political move too, and that’s gone well, right?
Tansy: Sure, but I was already in love with Larch. You haven’t even met your betrothed yet! What if you don’t like each other at all?
Thorn: It would be nice if we did, of course! But getting this alliance with Sønheim is important. Throwing that away so I can marry someone I like would be irresponsible!
Birch (footnote): Hey! Me and my beloved common gem-miner wife resent that!
Thorn: And at least you have kids, so I’m not under pressure to produce an heir, right?
Announcer: Arriving from Sønheim, the Royal Highness . . .
Thorn: Aha! At last, I get to meet . . .
Announcer: . . . Princess Ragnild Nibelungsen!
Thorn: But you’re . . . How old are you?
They told me he’d be old, but nobody told me he’d be so loud!
Thorn: She’s TEN!!
Tansy: Like you said, you’re not under pressure to have kids . . .
Thorn: That doesn’t mean I wanted to marry one!