A bride and groom in royal garb stand under a wedding arch. A well-dressed suitor interrupts the proceedings, reaching dramatically for the bride.
Suitor: Wait – you don’t love him!
The bride looks adoringly at her groom. The suitor looks undeterred.
Bride: Of course not, I love his port cities and the low tariffs he’s giving me as a wedding gift.
Suitor: You mean the port cities I just invaded?
Furious, the groom points his drawn sword at the suitor.
Groom: If so, then you’ve incurred the wrath of our two kingdoms!
Bride: Hold on. We’re not married yet, so this is a you problem, not a me problem.
The groom stares in anger as the bride walks away on the suitor’s arm.
Suitor: Have I told you about my devilishly handsome iron mines?
P.S. Our bills are paid by our wonderful patrons. Could you chip in?