Fates Supports/Siegbert Ophelia
Siegbert: Greetings, Ophelia. Out for a stroll?
Ophelia: Well, well, well... If it isn't the royal tadpole, Siegbert.
Siegbert: Pardon? A tadpole, you say? Did I do something to offend you?
Ophelia: I've worked long and hard to become one of the chosen ones.
Siegbert: Chosen one? What's that?
Ophelia: Augh! You don't know even that? Precisely my point. A chosen one is a rare hero, chosen by fate, whom all admire. I've trained every day of my life in preparation for being a chosen one.
Siegbert: Yes! That's so admirable! But what have I done to offend you?
Ophelia: You're a chosen one by birth. You'll be a king someday without even trying!
Siegbert: I might become a king, but—
Ophelia: It's not fair.
Siegbert: I...I can't choose the circumstances of my birth, Ophelia.
Ophelia: Oh, just forget I said anything.
Siegbert: Please, what can I say to—
Ophelia: Excuse me. I've got somewhere I need to be, Siegbert.
Siegbert: Ophelia, I beg of you, stay! I didn't mean to insult you!
Siegbert: Pardon, Ophelia?
Ophelia: What do you want, Siegbert? Can it wait? I'm training hard to be the chosen one.
Siegbert: I need just a moment.
Ophelia: Hurry up then.
Siegbert: Recall the other day when you said I'm a chosen one because I'm a future king?
Ophelia: Yes, so?
Siegbert: Being born to royalty doesn't make me a chosen one.
Ophelia: Of course it does.
Siegbert: I was lucky enough to be born royal. It wasn't a matter of choice.
Ophelia: Yes, so?
Siegbert: When I am king, it won't be because my people chose me.
Ophelia: Get to the point.
Siegbert: Isn't it obvious? You're a chosen one. Not me. I never could be. I'm just not incredible enough for fate to choose me. But you, Ophelia? You've worked hard for this and it shows. You are a chosen one through and through. How could fate not choose you? That's...all I had to say.
Ophelia: Oh, Siegbert... I think I hurt that poor boy's feelings.
Ophelia: Hey, Siegbert!
Siegbert: What's wrong, Ophelia?
Ophelia: I want to say I'm sorry about the other day.
Siegbert: I can't imagine what you have to apologize for.
Ophelia: All that awful stuff I said about you being chosen by birth while I have to work for it.
Siegbert: Oh, that? Put it right out of your mind. I worried that I'd offended you.
Ophelia: No—I insulted your future role as a king, which has got to be hard on you. I always see you preparing for your future. I was a jerk, frankly.
Siegbert: It's all right. I'm not upset.
Ophelia: That's because you have the grace of a true king, Siegbert. Among many other excellent qualities. I'd choose you to be a king, even if you weren't born to it.
Siegbert: Very kind of you, Ophelia.
Ophelia: You never abuse your high standing. You constantly fret about your future. If the people of your country saw that, they'd all choose you too! I know you're going to be the most incredible king ever, Siegbert.
Siegbert: I...I can only hope. Thank you, Ophelia.
Ophelia: No need to thank me.
Siegbert: For those generous words? Yes, I do. Furthermore, I see how hard you train. You inspire me every day.
Ophelia: Oh, that's nice of you to notice.
Siegbert: How about we train together from now on? Our aspirations joined together—you, the chosen one. I, a king.
Ophelia: That sounds perfect, Siegbert. We were fated to be such great friends!
Siegbert: Greetings, Ophelia.
Ophelia: My favorite training companion! You look like you need something, Siegbert.
Siegbert: You're familiar with charms, chants, and so forth. May I ask you something?
Ophelia: For you, my vast mind is an open book. What would you like to know?
Siegbert: Is there any way to accurately predict the future?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fortune-telling of any sort is a hint wrapped in a clue. That's all.
Siegbert: There's no method that's better than that?
Ophelia: Fate is a cart with a missing wheel. It'll go in the right direction. But it wobbles, and no amount of fortune-telling will help. The only thing I can think of is if someone from the future came back in time. That person would know the details. But time-travel is impossible, of course.
Siegbert: It is? How sad.
Ophelia: What is it that you're trying to pin down about the future?
Siegbert: Who my wife will be.
Ophelia: Your wife?
Siegbert: You see, I know of a fantastic woman I hope would marry me. But I doubt that she would consider hitching her fate to mine.
Ophelia: Oh, I see. It's probably best that you can't see the future of all that.
Siegbert: Why not? It would be very reassuring.
Ophelia: That's exactly why not. What kind of proposal involves knowing the outcome? A woman needs to consent to marriage. But if you know she will...? I'd say you just go for broke. Ask! Propose! Leap into the chasm!
Siegbert: That sounds dangerous...
Ophelia: Not really. Not for you. There isn't a woman alive who'd turn down a proposal from you.
Siegbert: Then, Ophelia, would you please grant me your hand in marriage?
Ophelia: Now, see? There you go? When the time comes, say it JUST like that. Wait. Did— Me? Did you? Just? Propose to?!
Siegbert: If I may unscramble that, Ophelia? Yes, I just proposed to you.
Ophelia: You want to marry ME?!
Siegbert: If you'll only accept this ring...
Ophelia: Th-this seems so sudden!
Siegbert: Ah, so it's no.
Ophelia: No, it's not no. It's yes, but only if you understand that my fate as the chosen one comes first. I love everything you are, but I cannot give up everything that I am.
Siegbert: I would ask for nothing more.
Ophelia: How lovely to be chosen twice in life! Once by fate, and now by you! I suppose I should have seen all this coming—us training so well together. I do choose you, Siegbert. I choose you to be with me, forever.