Choosing Caroline
The red sun rises early on the day you wed no-longer-mercenary Caroline Jun Yie, Princess of Riadorf!
Your siblings and their spouses are all in attendance, your mother (a famed space-lawyer and Justice of the Space Peace) performs the ceremony, and your father, Emperor Alistair bestows upon you as a bridal gift a palace with a zathwop bladearm target zone for Caroline and a practice hall in which you may continue to deepen your mastery of the art of Boot Sway.
As the triple moons rise, your wife carries you to your bedroom and tenderly ties your wrists to the fabulous Xirconium wrought-iron hook that hangs above your bed.
“Did you hear that Duke Dashington married his librarian Bryon Keates and the famed opera diva Dame Harmony Sonata?” she enquires as she lazily tweaks your helpless flesh.
“No!” you gasp. “How fascinating! What do you think they do together?”
“Well,” Caroline muses, and whispers her imaginings in your ear, to the eventual and immense satisfaction of you both.
“O, Xanastasia!” she cries.
“O, Caroline!” you swoon. “How happy I am that I was betwixt the dilemmas of Dashington Station! With amnesia!”
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