Tell the girls that you accept

You slink back into the garden on weak knees. The girls almost jump in fright when you make your appearance, being anxious as they are. They look to you, wide-eyed without saying a word, though Dorothye mouths a silent "Well?". You take a deep breath. "Girls...I will marry Camilla" you say grandly. The two hug one another fervently, eye filled with happy tears, making little hops of excitement in their flowing dresses. "Oh mistress, I knew this day would come" Dorothye says. Then, she grabs Camilla by the arm and drags her over to you. "Blessing be to the happy couple!" she says. You take Camilla's hands in your and look into her face, the face of your future wife and current friend. She is smiling wider than you've ever seen someone smile. "Well, let's not waste time. Your parents will want word of our engagement, no?" She nods happily, and the two of you walk off together.

Upon seeing you two together, Renard nearly bolts from his seat. "My liege, I see you have-" he starts to say before you cut him off. "Good Duke, I ask for your daughter's hand is marriage." A ripple of pleasant surprise flashes over the faces of Renard and his wife. "So soon your majesty? It must be the work of divine will to make a match so fast!" he says, feigning a laugh. "Of course you may marry my daughter. If you wish, I can make preparations for a wedding immediately!" Yo marry one's daughter to the king is a rare and valuable opportunity, which is not lost on Renard. The man is bristling with new energy, as if he would set the celebration up by tomorrow himself.