"Are you… fine with this?" Arthur finally asked, his voice lower than before, careful, measured. He turned his head slightly to look at Razeal instead of the arena, studying him rather than the situation. "I mean… you weren't aware of any of this, and now you're suddenly going to be married." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "Yeah, of course, no one would normally reject something like this. It's… a good thing, objectively. But you're not some ordinary person either." Arthur exhaled softly. "You're very capable person. You have your own path. Are you really ready for this? Marrying someone you don't even know?" His brows furrowed. "There's still time. You can stand up and reject the prize. Say you don't want it. I'll help you if you want."
