Amarok's eyes widened, his thoughts racing. For a moment, he was utterly speechless. "Your Ma...uhm… Mother," he stammered, correcting himself nervously, "don't you think they're the ones who are supposed to ask me that?" His voice carried a mix of confusion and disbelief. He fidgeted slightly, worried he might sound like he was challenging the queen's authority.
To his surprise, Queen Elena burst into laughter, the sound rich and genuine. "If you're waiting for them to ask, I might be long gone by then," she said, wiping a tear of mirth from the corner of her eye. "Those boys of mine are too scared to ask you."
"Too scared?" Amarok echoed, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Why would they be scared?"
The queen nodded, still smiling. "They're afraid you won't be comfortable marrying both of them."
Amarok blinked, startled by the revelation. "I don't understand," he admitted, his voice quieter as he processed her words.