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It was better back in the day when my parents and your parents arranged a marriage based on who had the best plot of farmland on the manor fields and who brewed the best ale. I’m sad I can’t marry the serf I’m sweet on, but seeing that all their property and the family itself are owned by the lord it won’t do my family any good, and anyway the lord probably wouldn’t allow the match if we asked. I will die at the age of 40 from an unexplainable illness which a person in the 21st century might recognize as skin cancer. It will be said to have been a good and full life.
We could always do what my grandparents generation did. Two neighbouring families would marry off their children to each other since they were the only people for a days wagon ride, that’s how I ended up with a double-cousin-aunt on my dad’s side and overall a smaller family tree than one should probably have. But I turned out fine so I don’t see why Tinder is better than you and your brothers all being nice to the neighbour girl and her sisters
