<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FFUKLhn.jpg)</div>Upon coming to and feeling that familiar telepathic sensation, Kenna held up a hand in front of her face, flexing individual fingers.<br/><br/>“I should be,” she answered as she got up from the bed. “Last thing I remember I was at the funeral for Dame Provost, and I was to be married to a complete stranger as part of her will. Which was surely a strange dream, but how did I end up here?”<br/><br/>When it was revealed to her that no, she wasn’t in the College’s infirmary and that prior events were most assuredly<em>not</em>her imagination, the supposed Night Person panicked.<br/><br/>“Wait, all of that actually happened?! To someone I just met? Don’t I get a say in any of that?”<br/><br/>Kenna ran a hand through her hair several times.<em>By the Primordials, this is Aldis, not Jarzon! Is that law even enforceable?</em>