Khan looked at the King, and then at this young girl, "Is she a stalker? Are you beheading her?"
The King's laughter bellowed, "Khan, she's the daughter of Duke Aster, Australia Aster, she wants to ask for your hand in marriage."
"Oh." Khan spoke, "Now I'm serenely disappointed, I was expecting a proper watching of a beheading soon."
Australia Aster couldn't help but feel like Khan and the King are kin, crazy and not that well—normal.
"No." The King spoke, "Your mother complains about the fact that the execution stage needs to be cleaned after 'last time' in accords it's been withheld for the next six weeks."
"Makes sense, she never liked beheadings that aren't clean either." Khan remarked, "Also I reject, I refused to entangled in a possible marriage relationship that has been pre-determined, also, I'm waiting until I'm eighteen before having any children, women aren't supposed to be having children until their twenty-five, it's possible if they have children too early it will lessen their possible chances and decrease their sex appeal as well. Feng Jie was muttering a book about it in his sleep earlier, about six to twenty minutes ago I mean."
"Don't ever tell your mother that." The King spoke, "Ever."
"That's fully noted," Khan remarked.