Her face was an emotionless mask that only politicians used to hide their
true intentions. "Very well Commander, take a seat. We will begin our
discussion as soon as our guest arrives."
"Captain, is it wise to let her go?" Worf asked while keeping his weapon trained on her.
"Yes Mr. Worf it is for the time being. However, keep an eye on her."
"Aye sir."
Kristen pulled out an empty chair at the rectangular table and was about to sit when Wesley ran up behind her to push it in for her. He then proceeded to take a seat next to her.
"I can't take this anymore. Kristen and I have been seeing each other behind your backs." Before anyone could respond he got down on one knee, opened a box, and looked up at Kristen, "Kristen Skywalker, would you honor me by being my wife?"
Kristen's jaw dropped as her brain processed the scene before her. Usually she didn't allow emotions to get the better of her as it was not her way, but this time she couldn't control the tears of joy that were flowing down her cheeks. For someone to get something this momentous by her easily took skill and she wondered how Wesley was able to do it. She could read his and most people's thoughts like a book, but somehow she had missed this. Kristen became aware of the intense silence and was almost tempted to cut it with the weapon she kept hidden at her side. After a minute of thinking, she finally spoke.
"Captain, is it wise to let her go?" Worf asked while keeping his weapon trained on her.
"Yes Mr. Worf it is for the time being. However, keep an eye on her."
"Aye sir."
Kristen pulled out an empty chair at the rectangular table and was about to sit when Wesley ran up behind her to push it in for her. He then proceeded to take a seat next to her.
"I can't take this anymore. Kristen and I have been seeing each other behind your backs." Before anyone could respond he got down on one knee, opened a box, and looked up at Kristen, "Kristen Skywalker, would you honor me by being my wife?"
Kristen's jaw dropped as her brain processed the scene before her. Usually she didn't allow emotions to get the better of her as it was not her way, but this time she couldn't control the tears of joy that were flowing down her cheeks. For someone to get something this momentous by her easily took skill and she wondered how Wesley was able to do it. She could read his and most people's thoughts like a book, but somehow she had missed this. Kristen became aware of the intense silence and was almost tempted to cut it with the weapon she kept hidden at her side. After a minute of thinking, she finally spoke.