"So, let me get this right, missy....The Princess of the southern country is getting married to this old badger man far south of us...and slightly to the...east?"
"West."
"Right. West. Anyway, she's like...twenty some. And he's...how old?"
"I think he's in his late fifties. Maybe sixties."
"And he's marrying her?"
"Yes."
"So why is she up here?"
"Espania is trying to make a marriage with Sundaril by marrying their prince to our Isabel."
"Little Isabel is going to get married? But she's a babe in arms!"
"They're royalty! That doesn't matter. She'll just be betrtothed. Besides, you did the same thing with your son and the neighbor's daughter."
"Not really. It was just...agreed."
"Right, it's an agreement."
"Well...then why is she hanging onto Prince Anrai when he's got his pretty little minx up here?"
"You mean Princess Beatrice?"
"Aren't they the same person?"
"No, no, Beatrice is from Anhuinox. Beatriz is from Espania."
"Dear Jesus."
"Yes, that's what I thought too."
"So is Prince Anrai betrothed already?"
"No, but King Aldrin would love for his youngest brother to settle down. Prince Aidan sure doesn't seem like he's going to."
"Now, now...there's that Anne girl!"
"Oh, aye, but her brother's made a royal mess of it, hasn't he? Insulting the king and all so blatantly."
"But didn't the king say that Aidan could marry whomever he prefered?"
"Yes..."
"So.."
"That's just bad politics if he marries Anne now."
"Bad what?"
"....Politics...."
"What the hell is that?"
"............."
"Why are you walking away! COME BACK!"
