Bending to kiss his hand in a reversal of medieval roles, her face was hidden by the swish of a long red curtain of hair falling forwards.

"Who is a humble mortal woman to argue with fate and destiny? If such lofty powers have determined we are to be as one, I would not dare to defy them."

She paused, before straightening back up and looking him dead in the eyes with a mildly challenging look.

"Yet I know what I was promised, and surely you won't deny me the pleasure of such a sight?"