The red sun rises early on the day you wed no-longer-Duke Rogu\u00c3\u00a9 Dashington, Prince 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 lumino-epee fencing hall for Rogu\u00c3\u00a9 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 husband carries you to the fencing studio and tenderly cuts your wedding dress off with his shining blade.<\/p>\n
“Did you hear that my librarian Bryon Keates married the opera diva Dame Harmony Sonata and the infamous mercenary the Silver Marauder?” he enquires as he manfully rogers you against the wall.<\/p>\n
“No!” you gasp. “How fascinating! What do you think they do together?”<\/p>\n
“Well,” Rogu\u00c3\u00a9 muses, and whispers his imaginings in your ear, to the eventual and immense satisfaction of you both.<\/p>\n
“O, Xanastasia!” he cries.<\/p>\n
“O, Rogu\u00c3\u00a9!” you swoon. “How happy I am that I was betwixt the dilemmas of Dashington Station! With amnesia!”<\/p>\n