\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I will give you but a single chance to explain yourself, sir,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you declaim, righteously, leveling your recently-acquired zathwop blade in his direction. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153For I am fully aware of who I am, and that we are not promised to one another.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
Dashington looks upon you with the look of a man who intended to take advantage of a young woman with amnesia, but was discovered, and now feels both disappointed that his scheme failed and guilty for trying it in the first place.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I beg you to forgive me, Princess!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he cries, falling gracefully to his knees. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Though I shall understand entirely if you do not, for I am a perfidious wretch. For many years, I have struggled to uphold the traditions and responsibilities of the Dashington space-duchy despite the serious abrogation of the privileges that once were considered the due of my bloodline. In my frustration, I must admit that I have oft blamed your illustrious parents and their sweeping \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and, I have just realized, entirely just \u00e2\u20ac\u201c reforms of our galactic class system. And when I rescued you from the space-mercenaries and was informed by my medibot that you were suffering from amnesia, I am ashamed to tell you that I saw an opportunity to gain leverage against the House of Dorg that I could not resist.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
This impressive speech concluded, the Duke kneels, gasping, upon the carpet for a moment, recovering both his composure and his breath. Graciously, you wait for him to continue, though you keep a tight grip on the zathwop blade even as your fingers ache to brush back the jet-black curls that have fallen forward rakishly across his eyepatch.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But now, Princess,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Dashington says, at length, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153now that I have had the signal honor of standing \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and kneeling \u00e2\u20ac\u201c in your presence while you are fully conscious, I realize how truly wrong my course thus far has been. I see no alternative but to throw myself upon your mercy, and beg that you forgive my past sins against you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
You are moved by Dashington\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s obvious penitence, and begin to speak, offering him your forgiveness, but he raises one manly hand to forestall you.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153If you will allow me, Princess, I have one thing more to confess. I must tell you how deeply, how ardently I have come to admire and \u00e2\u20ac\u201c yes! \u00e2\u20ac\u201c love you. And if you should only be so kind as to forgive my horrendous behavior up to this point, I shall count myself among the happiest of men. But if you should be willing, in addition, to allow me to pay true court to you\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Here, he spreads his hands out before him in a sweeping gesture, clearly moved beyond words.<\/p>\n
Sweet Proet! How shall you respond? <\/p>\n
1) Duke Dashington is quite handsome, as well as sincere. You feel the urge not only to forgive him, but also to permit him certain liberties with your person!<\/a> <\/p>\n