It was definitely an awkward moment, to get frozen before the ceremony even began. It was almost like karma, for all those times Natha used his ability to draw people's fear and made them paralyzed on the battlefield.
But what could he do?
It was like watching a dream walk. His past, his present, his future; all converging into one single entity. Two weeks--two weeks had he spent away from his beloved, and he had to hold himself back from tearing apart the door when he heard that sweet, sweet voice.
How many times had he spent just watching the recording and the painting of his sweetheart? How many sleepless nights had he endured staring into the shadow of the Lair in the distance?
Countless times had he imagined the moment he would finally see his beloved Valen walking out of that door; toward him, and only him. He had endured being teased by his vassals for how nervous he was waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle.
