How terrible it must be to condemn your daughter to a life of mortality, only because she did what you wanted in your heart, and not as you told her. Not only that, but she'll be sleeping on that rock surrounded by fire, so that only the bravest may claim her to be his bride. And if that person just so happens to be the son of your half-brother who was conceived with your half-sister, does it really matter as long as you're in love?
I say let love flourish. But for now we'll have to wait until the major chord arpeggios come to a close, and let another 18 years or so pass by, and the curtain comes down....
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