Hello, I'm your wife. Allow me to introduce myself.

[magneticmiss.livejournal.com]

She sat at a table set for two at one of her father's favorite restaurants. The candles, flowers, place settings and linens were all arranged just so. As is she, she thinks, in her brand new dress and shoes, her nails freshly manicured, her hair trimmed and styled.

I might as well be one of the decorations.

A small thought as she plucks at the hem of the tablecloth.

She's waiting to meet the man she's going to spend the rest of her life with. She's less than excited. Matter of fact, she's downright nervous...if not a little scared...but she can't let any of that show, what with the dutiful guards lurking in the corners. She also figures any smidge of potential romance is utterly destroyed by their presence.

She sighs, glancing down to check her watch without being too obvious about it, then takes a sip of water...and waits.

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[exiles-2h.livejournal.com]

He's never been too fond of crowds.

Come to think of it, he's not sure he's ever been too fond of people.

Still, the eyes of his family (flesh and electronic, he knows) are upon him, so he makes his way to the table and gives a little bow. "Good evening. I'm sorry I'm late."

[magneticmiss.livejournal.com]

Her cheeks once more turn a nice shade of pink as she smiles shyly at him. Then she lowers her eyes to her plate, the smile disappearing.

"Don't be sorry. I'm used to it."