[ she had agreed to the engagement without hesitation. as much as sola had enjoyed the idea of romance, it was never a real possibility being raised as a diplomat in a contentious climate. as an outer-system planet, they were politically weak despite their presence in the galactic union and sola's tireless work. though she had proven to be wise beyond her years, few inner planets trusted in her and the rest of the government, demanding that Pollox V give themselves over to someone else's rule.
romance isn't for people like her, surely.
she has only met her husband-to-be through photos and holo-chats, most of the arrangements having been made by their families. his people are a dangerous sort, possessing the kind of armed forces that their government lacks. the union will surely strengthen their place in the galaxy and for that sola is happy. her ideals of justice live to see another day.
they have prepared a day for the two of them to meet, a table on the flower-lined terrace overlooking the grandeur of the capitol. it's tea time though there are a variety of cakes and drinks, all native to pollux v. if sola is nervous, it's difficult to tell. her husband-to-be is easy to look at and she certainly doesn't have to love him for this partnership to work. but the tiny, naive part of her at least hopes they are able get along.
she's dressed simply but elegantly in a red dress adorned with gold ( as such is the style of her people ), slowly pacing along the terrace's edge until his arrival. ]
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romance isn't for people like her, surely.
she has only met her husband-to-be through photos and holo-chats, most of the arrangements having been made by their families. his people are a dangerous sort, possessing the kind of armed forces that their government lacks. the union will surely strengthen their place in the galaxy and for that sola is happy. her ideals of justice live to see another day.
they have prepared a day for the two of them to meet, a table on the flower-lined terrace overlooking the grandeur of the capitol. it's tea time though there are a variety of cakes and drinks, all native to pollux v. if sola is nervous, it's difficult to tell. her husband-to-be is easy to look at and she certainly doesn't have to love him for this partnership to work. but the tiny, naive part of her at least hopes they are able get along.
she's dressed simply but elegantly in a red dress adorned with gold ( as such is the style of her people ), slowly pacing along the terrace's edge until his arrival. ]