"Ah, bloody hell Alys! I'm not the man to let a woman like you be wasted in some abandoned-factory-palace!" said Brassicus. He was thinking of something more clever to say, but 'Alys' interrupted his thoughts.
Brassicus was quite shocked by the fact that 'Alys' wasn't Alys. But still, his shock was supressed by a sense of apathy. Did he really care about who the woman in front of him was? No, quite frankly, Brassicus didn't care. He had already 'accepted' Alys, so why shouldn't he accept Allyson? Allyson was better than Alys. She wasn't an incompetent hedonist who ruined her country, she was some poor soul who had been caught in the terrible storm called "politics".
Brassicus started laughing uncontrollably. He had noticed 'Alys' slipping down, possibly to a some sort of weapon. Brassicus then quickly got his pistol and mace out, throwing his weapons far away. "Oh you lovely fucking fool! Don't worry, you won't have to kill me! Here, I am now unarmed for Brassicus Prime's sake, kill me now if you want to!" he went silent for a second, having a slight fear of getting killed, before continuing "I 'accepted' your bloody sister, your inbred hedonistic mangy perfidious cunt of a sister! If that hasn't stopped a fool like me, then you needn't be worried, some secret isn't going to stop me from loving you!" He fell on to 'Alys's shoulders as he started crying, while still laughing. "Bloody hell! And I was worried that you were actually Alys, and that I'd have to make some sort of hard moral decision by accepting someone who caused war and hell!"
Brassicus stayed silent for a minute, calming down and wiping his tears. "Bloody hell... Bloody hell... You know my dear Allyson, if I didn't have an intention of being your partner, me being here is a pretty stupid idea. Everybody thinks I'm some lustful naive fool, blinded by some harpyinious Duchess. If we were to look at the side of 'politics' and whatnot, then marrying you, heck, being around you is a stupid idea. But here is Mr. Lahana Vaizi Brassicus, son of Ağustos Karınlıbahar Brassicus, believing that unconditional love between two invidivuals in this hellscape called 'Mundus' can still exist."
"Anyways, your secrets safe with me Allyson. You shall be Alys to everyone else, but to me, you shall be Allyson." said Brassicus, getting the black box containing the ring into his hand again. "So, I hope I won't have to repeat this statement again, will... Will you marry me Allysson?"