Denying the Duke

“I accept your apology, dear Duke,” you tell him. “But I do not accept your offer to make tender, yet passionate love to me in your parlour… yet.”

Dashington bows his head, a single crystal tear spilling from his single smouldering eye. “Of course, Princess. I will not press my suit… yet. And please, call me by my first name. All my friends call me Rogué, and I should be grateful to count myself among them.”

Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, Byron bolts into the parlour. “Duke Dashington! Mysterious stranger!” he cries.

“Actually,” Rogué mentions. “This is Xanastasia, Princess of the Royal House of Dorg.”

“Duke Dashington! Princess Xanastasia!” Byron amends, bowing to you in apology. “Mercenaries attack!”

1) What! Mercenaries attack? What other choice is there but to arm yourself, and, with your allies, face these scoundrels in a whirling whirlpool of war?

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