On a less funny note, the breast clinic was filled with really super lovely people, but the changing room had a "coping with an unexpected divorce" pamphlet in it that made my stomach drop.
I know that famed statistic about cis men who leave their wives after receiving a breast cancer diagnosis is supposedly overblown, but seeing that still made me need to sit down and breathe for a bit.
You were the caretaker for the mythical beasts of the royal family. Yesterday they decided to replace you with some incompetent noble, before kicking you out of the castle. You then spent the night in a nearby forest. However today you were awakened by the beasts who chose to follow you.
I think the funniest dynamic for arranged-marriage royalty would be a queen who came here 100% prepared to murder her future husband and rule as a widow queen in her own right, only to discover that the king is autistic as hell and responds to her wish to rule with "oh thank god please do, I don't want to be bothered by these people. I can just tell them to go bother you instead, if you really want that. I've got beetles I wanted to study."