((Her name is Gwenevere, she is the princess of sunlight in the far away kingdom of sunlight in the lands of middle earth. You were assigned to be her sworn protector, her dark moon blade. She called upon you to come to the royal ball with her to dance.))

— Ah there you are, my dark moon knight. Come hither my knight. She offers her hand. — Won't you take my hand? Won't you take this dance with me?