"Oh, no, he should know right away, I'll talk to you again soon, Bella dear - I'll want to come visit and meet your fiancée in person if that's all right -"
"Sure, we'll set something up," says Bella happily.
Ranata beams and waves goodbye, and the call ends.
"So that's Ranata," Bella says.
Charlie answers the mirror less effusively, but not less affectionately, and addresses Bella as "Bells".
He reacts with stunned silence to the news of his daughter's engagement.
"...Congratulations," says Charlie. "Bells. Your Highness."
"Thanks, Dad."
"How have I not heard about this before, Bells, why wouldn't you call me?"
"It's just happened," exclaims Bella. "I met Sherlock four days ago. This is the first I've been at a mirror since we decided to get married. I told Cricket because I'm not going to be home to buy him more food, and I told Mom next, and then I told you, Dad."
Charlie does not look fully comfortable with the situation, and he keeps peering at Sherlock.
"The wedding's not until the fifteenth of Umber," says Bella.
"It's still - sudden."
"Does it help that she rescued me from a giant river-snake?" asks Bella, frowning.
"...Not as much as you might think."
"Bells, it's nothing against you or Her Highness, but such a short time..."
Bella shakes her head and waves the mirror image away. Charlie disappears and it reflects only herself and Sherlock.
Bella wraps her arms around her fiancée. "I was expecting both of them to have reactions about halfway between those," she mutters. "Worried-but-happy. Not one just happy and one just worried."
"He'll get over it. Especially if Ranata visits and then talks to him. She'll like you. And Tony too. I'm debating whether to announce that part of the plan ahead of time."
Snuggles? "Are you okay?"
"It's only because it's fast. Nothing about you. We already knew it was fast."
Nuzzle. "Umber is a ways away. It's only Brown now. He'll have plenty of time to get used to the idea, and we'll have plenty of time to confirm that it's a good idea."
"Now," says Bella, "fun as it is being carried everywhere, I'm going to atrophy if it goes on much longer and I'm going to crack my head open one of these days if I try doing without, so I need to go find one of the servants you mentioned and see about moccasin material."
Sherlock's not there to ask about timing, so Bella wanders into the castle, exploring the layout and keeping her eyes peeled for Her Majesty to ask about politics lessons and sword-looking-at permissions.
"Your Majesty?" inquires Bella, quite ready to be sent away if the queen is busy with important queening.