She gazed out of the room's only window into a world of her own. It was her wedding day. She didn't think she had ever been this nervous before in her life.
Gods!! How did she ever catch a man like him?
Her life had been dark. The wrongness of her childhood in slavery out shadowed her desire to move on. The blackness of the deaths she had caused gripped her heart, almost choking it to death. Then she had met him.
At first he had been just another pretty flyboy. But he had become more. He had become a man. A man who possessed a very strong strength of character. He had been the beacon she needed. He had held her as she cried. He had helped her break the chains that had been slowly killing her heart.
A light tap on the door brought her back to the present.
"Mind if we join you?" Came the voice of Shalla Nelprin.
She smiled and nodded, after which the door was pushed open to reveal Tyria Sarkin Tainer as well as Shalla. She turned to face them.
"I...I can't do this." It came out shaky and quickly.
"Oh boy."
"Don't start." Tyria glared briefly at Shalla and then returned her attention to the matter at hand. "It will be ok, Dia. Yes it's the rest of your life, but if you love him it is really worth it."
"Personally, Tyria, I think you got the short end of the deal."
"You are not helping."
"Please, my head hurts from over obsessive thinking as it is. I don't need you two to…" Her statement ended with the mischievous gleam in her friend's eye. "What?"
"Just think of it this way," A smile had bloomed on the blond woman's face. "Once you marry him, you can change all his bad habits."
"You mean he doesn't sleep with explosives under his pillow any more." Shalla inserted with dry humor.
"Not since he married me."
They continued to laugh and chat until the door was pushed hesitantly open.
"Hate to break it to you ladies but it's time for one of you to get hitched," Wes Janson stated upon sticking his head into the room.
"Well since Tyria's already married and I don't plan to, I think that it's safe to say he's talking to you Dia."
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I'm going to get sick of saying this.
With that she straightened her back, picked up her banquet, and walked out to join the man who would be her future.