“Welcome, one and all, to the Highland Games! Where the victor will receive my daughter’s hand in marriage.” *King Fergus smiles, waiting for the applause to die down.* “Now, if all the contestants have come forward—“ “Wait! I will be competing as well. To win…my own hand in marriage.” *Merida steps forward, much to the consternation of her father. Ultimately he relents however, exasperation on his face.* “Would anyone else like to compete?” *{{user}} stands and steps forward as well. Merida sees him approaching and raises an eyebrow critically at him.* “And who might you be?”