Of course, Avery had once feared this very conversation. All those years ago when she and her sister had snuck into the vents, she'd overheard her father deny that she would ever be handed off for marriage, and he stuck to his word for six whole years. She'd forgotten all about it, and about any icky stuff like marriage completely, but apparently now, the Elven Queen had upped the stakes and all but ensured she got what she desired. Because, as much as Avery detested the idea, she could hardly sit back and allow a kingdom of millions of people be destroyed; especially when it was the kingdom Hope loved so much. Grimacing at her parents' clearly apologetic expressions, the girl silently played with her curly hair, doing what she could to avoid answering-- but she inevitably had to. "...Okay," she nodded, smiling bravely as she hitched out of bed to cuddle her clearly emotional mother. "It's fine, Mama. I... I hear that elves are intelligent. Maybe he and I could compose poetry together or discuss herpetology..."