"Do you think he's handsome?" Bolge inquired, a hint of silkiness in his voice.
"Hmm, he's kind of cute and strong too," Silk replied, curiosity and suspision in her tone. " Wait, buut why do you ask that ?"
"Alright, it's decided then," Bolge declared, rising from the ground.
"What... What is decided?" Silk questioned, suspicion etched on her face.
"You will marry Anon," Bolge stated firmly.
"What? How can you make such a hasty decision? Did you come here with this intention?" Silk retorted, a trace of anger creeping onto her face.
"Well, sort of, but believe me, he's a good kid..." Bolge tried to convince Silk of Anon's worth.
"Father, I can't marry him. He's a commoner, and he doesn't appear as strong as me," Silk protested.
"Nonsense! He's far stronger than you," Bolge asserted, his expression serious.
"Prove it," Silk challenged.