"Joran Apontha...Solaras Jace.... I like the later better." She lightly mused to herself. A light laugh bubbling up from her throat to add to the realism of this mission she barely remembered forming. Her mouth snapped shut as memories she didn't remember having came crashing before her eyes. Her brows drew together in an act of concentration to keep it together. She saw orange. She saw blood and pale skin and broken bones and fear. Alot of fear. She saw chains and torture and lightning and de-

A small gasp escaped her as his voice broke these new memories. She looked towards him with a tilted head, face full of worry and sadness. She acted on her own at this point as she reached over and gently turned his head towards her. "I could marry someone powerful. I could marry someone strong and perfect and wealthy and influential." She gripped his other hand with gentle ease, "But they would never make me as happy or feel as safe as you do." Where were these words coming from? WHy was she saying this? It had to be for this wedding right? Yes that must be it. "There is no one in the galaxy I could imagine risking my life with more than you. You mean so much to me Joran, have you not realized that?"