Get married…?
Jillian twitched and waved her hands as a faint blush was on her face. "Don't drag me in your dreams! Besides, why would I marry you? I'll just be very pretty and get a rich husband in the future!" She jumped down from the tree, landing like a cat on the ground. "That's way faster than trying to earn the king's favor!"
Miel frowned as he watched her leave the tree. He jumped down as well and walked with the girl. "That's unfair. Why do I have to work hard while you can just grow up?"
"No, no, I have to be pretty growing up! That means I can't be skinny or sickly or a walking face filled with pocks!" Jillian pouted as she puffed her cheek and poked them with her fingers. "That would be very hard to do while we live in the streets!"
"You're right..." Miel sighed after realizing the problem.
