My uncle Attila stuck me here as handmaiden to the Gothic Queen. He says I have to have some experience of courtly life, not just hunting and fighting, if I want to become someday the wife of some royal scion.

As if. The only royal scion I wish to marry is over there, resplendent in his red cloak - damn him - and thinking only about fighting and hunting and...

...uh...

... we are hopeless.