Now you've done it!
You've gone and blown the cover off my upcoming Fantasy/Adventure series tentatively titled "The Frothingslosh Chronicles."
They detail the adventures of the middle aged, not-so-good-looking and mildly timid "Feudal" Fred Frothingslosh of Filbertfaggen. (A town inhabited by sexually ambiguous nuts.)
His somewhat tepid romatic escapades involve the "trailing after" (couldn't really be called a pursuit) of a Lady whose name is Ethel N.G. Youngman. (The "N.G." stands for "Not Gwendolyn.")
At the climax of the tale, Fred is debating whether or not it's worth it to challenge Ethel's husband (Henny) for her hand but is relieved of the dilemma when Henny says "Take My Wife ...Please!"
So Fred and Ethel get hitched but she (being not too bright) can never remember how to spell "Frothingslosh of Filbertfaggen" so they end up shortening it to "Mertz." Oh, and there's a dragon too.
His name is "Spot."
but is relieved of the dilemma when Henny says "Take My Wife ...Please!"
facepalm