Mirth gives a concerned look as you leer her,” What do you advise me to do” she asks nervously. You smile back at her,” This problem came about because you were left to your own devices. If future problems are to be avoided, I need to be at your side at all time, maybe take the responsibility for decision making my self.” Mirth continues to give you a nervous look. You kneel down on one leg and propose rather nonchalantly,” Marry me?” The queen is shocked, she covers her gaping mouth with one hand and while she wonders how to respond,” B-but” she begins to stutter as you place a finger on her delicate lips,” The plan makes perfect sense, of course there are other ways I could take power.” The queen gulps, she knows what you mean by that, she drops her head sorrowfully,” I accept” she says gravely.
“Excellent” you respond enthusiastically, a royal marriage always cheers the peasantry up. You arrange the marriage very quickly, it is a celebratory affair, large and extravagant. Even the Queen gets caught up in the celebrations and looks radiant in her wedding dress, tight at the top with a flowing gown. She has a cute radiant smile, her enjoyment will help this marriage seem real and keep the peasantry reassured and the day goes on without a hitch. Of course being in the olden times your marriage has to be consummated in front of witnesses and as you take your new bride to the royal chambers, she grows increasingly worried.
