William's mother finally stopped, a smile on her face as she greeted the older elves.  William's attention though was on Chrysabelle, an elf that he had not had any contact with at all, his whole opinion of her was based on what others have said.  He took in her beautiful gown, taking in the detail, silently glad that his tunic was thick and kept out the chill, he felt sympathy for Chrysabelle who's gown didn't seem to be keeping the cold out at all, as beautiful as it was and she was in it.<br/><br/>He tried to catch her eye and offer a smile, wanting to relax them both because he knew if she was even half as nervous as she was it was going to be an awkward conversation that followed.<br/><br/>"William, this is Chrysabelle."  His mother stated, pushing him forward a little and towards Chrysebelle.  He held out his hand to take hers, keeping his smile in place even though his mouth was beginning to hurt already from the strain of it.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but think that his parents could have chosen any other fae for him to be betrothed to, he knew most of them in the garden right now, why did they have to make it even harder for him in choosing someone that they must have known he didn't know.  He was going to try to make it work though, they had to be married unless one of their parents decided that it was not suitable after all, so William might as well try and make it work with Chryebelle.<br/><br/>"Pleasure to meet you Chrysebelle."  He said politely.