The red sun rises early on the day you wed no-longer-mercenary Caroline Jun Yie, Princess of Riadorf!<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“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.<\/p>\n
“No!” you gasp. “How fascinating! What do you think they do together?”<\/p>\n
“Well,” Caroline muses, and whispers her imaginings in your ear, to the eventual and immense satisfaction of you both.<\/p>\n
“O, Xanastasia!” she cries.<\/p>\n
“O, Caroline!” you swoon. “How happy I am that I was betwixt the dilemmas of Dashington Station! With amnesia!”<\/p>\n