- Future Husband: I love you! *pulls out ring* Will you marry me?
- Me: You offer it to me freely? I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this.
- [High winds start blowing as I rise in the air and my voice drops 30 octaves]
- Me: In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! NOT DARK BUT BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIBLE AS THE MORN! TREACHEROUS AS THE SEAS! STRONG THAN THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE EARTH! ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR!