Amun felt heat in his ears as Meenakshi blushed. It was a bit of a comfort; his fiance was as flustered as he was. Of course, he tried his best to retain composure for all of five seconds before letting a genuine smile cross his face.

[color=#e58726]"It is pretty strange, isn't it?"[/color] he replied, [color=#e58726]"I mean, you read about it in history books; heirs marrying people they've never met. But you never expect that it could happen in the modern day."[/color] He had to smile. [color=#e58726]"Although I must say, Meena - if I may call you Meena - that this is going far better so far than I had expected."[/color]

Amun inwardly groaned as soon as the words left him. He had meant to imply that she was impressive and likeable, and he hoped she didn't take it out of context as an insult.

Glancing down, he had to clear his throat, and willed the storm in his gut to subside. However, his hopes really had been uplifted: He'd been convinced that he would be engaged to some wretch of a woman and end up having an affair and ruining the dynasty forever. But, if Meena were as lovely as she seemed to be, his outlook on the future had just become much brighter. 

He could hear Menes in his head now. [i]"See brother? Have a little faith in me. I'm not a [/i]total[i] idiot."[/i]

He was about to offer the princess a drink when he was interrupted by none other than the hosting princess herself. She announced that all were welcome to join them in the dining hall for breakfast. Amun found himself inwardly rejoicing. Finally! Some kind of distraction! At least now he could get to know Meena without fearing that every pause between words was a five-year silence. 

Eyes bright, he turned back and offered his arm to Meena. [color=#e58726]"Would you care to join me?" He allowed himself a mischievous look. "I promise, I'm decent company when I behave myself."[/color]

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Smol post is smol.[/hider]