She smiled fondly at him, his suggestion that she have a long engagement. She had never considered it. When they had discussed the location of the wedding they had opted for Scotland rather than England to avoid the 3 month wait that was associated with the reading of the banns in England. Had it been hasty? Was it perhaps too fast? She couldn't think of what else she would need to know about Victor to know that she would be happy with him.

Her feeling of loopy affection was really rather enjoyable. She placed an arm on his shoulder, with a gentle squeeze. 'I will be alright Ozy, I don't think he loves me, but I think we will be as happy as any couple is entitled to be.' she explained. He had sort of started this, his comments about how he would not be running a home of dissolute artists had spurred her to take her search for marriage more seriously. She wasn't Porphyria, and deep down she was deeply afriad of ending up with no one.

'Did you love Sina when you asked her to marry you?' this popped out without her really meaning to, she had never questioned him about his relationship with his wife. Assuming that her brother had his own reasons for marrying Sina. If she was honest she had always assumed that there had perhaps been a pregnancy scare, or some other compromise that had caused them to wed, since it often seemed like they had never forgiven each other for their wedding.

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