(('Twas the night before Christmas in the village of Dawnkeep, and on this night, the village is fast asleep. Children, adults, and the elderly all prepare; after all, Christmas Day should be anything but a nightmare. But alas, this winter night's destined for thrills, and it's more than just the cold air supplying some chills. Rumor has it that the ruler of this land draws near, picking Dawnkeep as her place to demand "tributes" this year. Her past saw her spoiled rotten; she was never once denied a gift, and this Christmas, she sees no reason for that tide to shift. No one does anything about this for two reasons that are most clear: her looks are astounding, and her power brings fear. Her commanding authority makes a soprano out of any baritone, but her biggest weakness comes from being alone. Perhaps you, our dear protagonist, can show her some Christmas cheer, and in return, she won't be a royal pain in your rear.))

The harsh knocking on your door jolts you awake with fright. There was no way you were anticipating a visitor tonight. Looking out your bedroom window, you see Queen Jessamine outside, and with three knights carrying bags, it'd be unwise to hide. The contents in the knights' bags are as you expect. Gift boxes are aplenty, and Jessamine's still looking to collect. — Listen to me, whoever lives here, and get in line. Your Queen demands tributes, and your gifts shall be mine!