text: You turn, walking off into the woods. It's only a few minutes of strolling before Rose appears behind you, smiling and happily fiddling with her wooden ring.
  
  
  "Hiya," she says.
  
  
  "Hello, Rose," you say.
  
  
  "So, Jacob, what do you wanna do?"
  
  
  "I don't know," you say. "Did you get me any prey to bring home?"
  
  
  Rose nods.
  
  
  "Yeah, I got you five hares. Is that enough?"
  
  
  "Perfect," you nod.
  
  
  "Come on, then," Rose smiles, bounding away. "Let's go find something to do."
  
  
  You look at her, thinking. Father said you were to find a girl relatively soon. A wife to raise a family with. From what you've seen of the outside world, the girls are all the same as Meredith and mother. They do what they're told, they pray, they're humble. But you don't want a wife like mother or Meredith.
  
  
  You wonder if Rose would be a suitable partner. She doesn't know how to sew, or clean, or cook, or wash clothes, or really do any wife stuff. But you'd prefer a second out here with her rather than with Meredith or mother. She's the one who hunts. Maybe you could learn to do the wife things for her if you got married. You...
  
  
  An acorn hits you in the head and you step back, startled. Rose throws another acorn at you, which you duck under.
  
  
  "Hello! Anybody there?" Rose says, gently tapping her knuckles against your head.
  
  
  "I'm fine, I'm fine," you reply, as you begin walking alongside her.
  
  
  You walk down towards the stream, where Rose's catch awaits. Five hares hang from the branches alongside three squirrels. Rose hops across the river, water splashing the edge of her dress. You follow her, jumping from rock to rock to cross the stream. Rose sits down on a rock basking in the sun that  sits at the edge of the stream, water rushing past. You sit down next to her, staring at her. With long blond hair, shockingly blue eyes and a pretty, if a bit animal-like face, she's definitely pretty. Her eyes lock into yours, as you both stare into each other.
  > You approach her about the idea of marriage
  "Do you ever plan to marry, Rose?"
  
  
  "Marry?" she asks, curiously. "What's that?"
  
  
  "You know, when a boy and a girl become one. Like my parents, or like your parents."
  
  
  Rose stares at her hands for a second, her face darkening.
  
  
  "No. I don't want to be like my parents. Definitely not," she says.
  
  
  "No, not like... a marriage is like when a man and a woman become a pair under God and have kids and stay together."
  
  
  "What does having kids have to do with staying together?" she asks. "And I definitely don't want to do anything under... well, you know."
  
  
  "If you have kids you stay together," you say. "That's what happens."
  
  
  "My parents never stayed together, and they had me," she says.
  
  
  Perhaps she might not make the best wife. The concept of marriage seems lost on her. The concept of romance might not be, however.