Tifa sighed and ran her hand gently down her son's good arm. What did she think of him?
"I think," she said finally, "That he is a nice young man. And he would make a fine husband. For someone else, darling. He is kind, and gentle, and patient, and beautiful. But that is not enough. Even with his ability to learn, do you really think he would ever be happy as consort to a king?" All those eyes, all that expectation.
"They will say... terrible things about him, Sora. More than the usual new bride to the Crown Prince receives. Because he is male. Because he is common. When a new woman enters the royal household, its her speech, her dress, her hair, her hygiene, her sewing, her dancing, that are mocked and criticized in private. My dear, I want to give you my support, because I love you, and I want you to be happy, but I can not stop hoping that you will change your mind and set him aside."
He wanted to be treated like an adult, well then she was going to talk to him frankly. No white-washing it in child-fairy story.