Luna sighed softly as her father went over the way she was to behave for the tenth time that day. He paced the length of her grand bedroom and the dull thudding of his shoes were a steady beat. Three seconds exactly until the next heavy, dulled, thud of his shoe on her finely embroidered rug that took up most of the floor of her room. She had been counting for the past five minutes every step he took and how many seconds it took for his next step to reach the carpet in front of him. It was supposed to be a very important day for her and the people of the Aname clan. Today, Servian Kuergar, her soon to-be husband, was coming to pay them a visit to see that everything was going as planned. Also, she would have to make a very good impression on Servian so that her father would not be embarrassed by her.<br/><br/>Luna stood in front of her full-length mirror, watching as her hands made a constant pattern of left then right. Braiding her forest green, soft hair, as her fathers voice droned on in the distance. Letting her mind wander elsewhere, as it seemed that he would go on forever. Her deep, ocean blue eyes flicked back in forth as she watched her hands make brisk work of the chore. She stood five feet and six inches tall and wished every day she was just an inch taller. Her flat stomach was displayed well in the tight, form-fitting dress her father picked out for her. Feeling as though her breasts were being crushed back against her chest and as if the dress was deliberately trying to suffocate her, in order to save her from this atrocious, sure-to-be-damned arranged marriage. The dress flared out a bit after the waist and the hem brushed the floor, just barely though.<br/><br/>"Luna! Have you heard one word that i have said?" Bor Aname's voice cut into her bitter thoughts towards this arranged marriage. Her eyes darting up to look at the familar reflection of her father, standing behind her. "Of course i have father. You have only told me over ten times today the same things. I understand how to ac-" her soft voice started a reply before the door to her bedroom was opened.<br/><br/>"Forgive the intrusion sir, but Lord Servian has arrived and is waiting," came the aged voice of Tommy Hendricks, a dear family friend. Bor nodded and thanked him before motioning for him to leave. Turning to look at Luna, his serious gray eyes holding hope in them. "Luna. Im serious about this. You have to make a good impression. Please. This is for the good of all of us," he said before placing a firm kiss on his daughter's head. Turning towards the door, he cast one last glance at Luna before departing.<br/><br/>Luna let her hands fall to her sides as the braid was completed. Taking one last look in the mirror at her perfectly curved, beautiful, young female body before turning away from it. Her footsteps were light as she made her way over to her bedroom door. Opening it slowly and letting out a deep breath she hadnt known she was holding. Stepping out into the hall, she made her way towards the voices of her father and another man. Stepping out of the hallway and into the light next to her father, her ocean blue eyes connecting with Lord Servian's as she forced a smile.