Are you a young lady whose entire family has been butchered at the orders of the sociopathic little goon you’re about to marry?
Or maybe you’re the last surviving member of some once-noble-but-incredibly-tacky aristocratic clan and, like, you’ve found out that you’re basically the only person who has any control over the last dragons in the world? (And you have some weird white savior shit going on to, but I digress.)
Oh, you’re neither? That’s okay. Mundane stresses are still stresses. So why don’t you pour some tea, grab a book and sit here by the fire? Winter is coming, baby, so why don’t we get cozy and unwind? Oooh, yeah.
What’s that? You say you’re only romantically interested in your brother, the arrogant one-handed knight? That’s cool, that’s cool. We can just have this moment.