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pslplz2015-07-05 07:54 pm
vivalamorte) wrote in pslplz2015-07-05 07:54 pm
Tharja Mamoru Arranged Marriage
"You're getting married."
Mamoru spent most of the next three days processing that one simple phrase. He understood the reason, of course. Six years back with his grandfather. No love life to speak of in that entire time. No other living family... he was concerned about the line. Mamoru knew his grandfather was aging rapidly. Most likely, he wanted to secure the succession for his own peace of mind. He certainly had little reason for confidence that it would happen naturally.
Mamoru didn't protest or complain about the announcement. Still, it was a discomforting thought. There was a reason he hadn't pursued a relationship until now-- several reasons if he were to be honest. He didn't know how he was supposed to overcome those obstacles now just because the motion was being forced.
He went about his daily business as much as possible. The idea slipped from the forefront of his mind under a barrage of more immediately pressing matters. He told no one. Then, before he knew it, he was scheduled to meet her.
Mamoru straightened his tie in the backseat of his ride before giving it a small tug in hopes of loosening it a little; it felt tight about his throat. No doubt the media was going to be all over this once word got out, just as it had been as he debuted onto the political scene in the footsteps of his presumed father, Reiji. Questions of his position on current events and policies, on whether he aimed to go all the way to the Prime Minister's seat as Reiji had.
He was not looking forward to that explosion of public attention. Current events and policies he could at least sound informed about. What was he going to say about his future bride? As yet, Mamoru knew little about the young woman to whom he was affianced. An ambassador's daughter whose appearance recommended her as well as her status was all he'd been told. Mamoru would have preferred knowing something about her interests or personality, but it seemed he'd be flying blind in that regard. He would just have to hope he could keep the conversation more about her. He wasn't particularly keen to divulge much about himself anyway.
Well, it wasn't as though he had no practice putting on a good face to strangers. The sleek black sedan pulled to a stop in front of the Ritz-Carlton in Tokyo Midtown, which housed Azure 45, heralded as one of the best restaurants in the country. A valet opened the door to the car to let him out and escorted him to the private dining room overlooking a gorgeous cityscape.
Truth be told, it was all entirely too fancy for him. The chandelier of metallic bubbles, the menu of items most people wouldn't even be able to pronounce, the three-piece suit and polished shoes that pinched his feet. Given the choice, he would have opted for a quaint café by a park with a walking trail.
Then again, choice wasn't really the name of the game here, was it? Of course two young members of the upper crust would be at a place like this instead. Mamoru was a good twenty minutes early, so he seated himself at the window end of the entirely too large table and skimmed the wine menu while he waited.
Hidden beneath his coat at his beltline, he kept a small case with four slender darts. Mamoru had a new name, a new home, a new family, and a new career, but some habits never changed.
Mamoru spent most of the next three days processing that one simple phrase. He understood the reason, of course. Six years back with his grandfather. No love life to speak of in that entire time. No other living family... he was concerned about the line. Mamoru knew his grandfather was aging rapidly. Most likely, he wanted to secure the succession for his own peace of mind. He certainly had little reason for confidence that it would happen naturally.
Mamoru didn't protest or complain about the announcement. Still, it was a discomforting thought. There was a reason he hadn't pursued a relationship until now-- several reasons if he were to be honest. He didn't know how he was supposed to overcome those obstacles now just because the motion was being forced.
He went about his daily business as much as possible. The idea slipped from the forefront of his mind under a barrage of more immediately pressing matters. He told no one. Then, before he knew it, he was scheduled to meet her.
Mamoru straightened his tie in the backseat of his ride before giving it a small tug in hopes of loosening it a little; it felt tight about his throat. No doubt the media was going to be all over this once word got out, just as it had been as he debuted onto the political scene in the footsteps of his presumed father, Reiji. Questions of his position on current events and policies, on whether he aimed to go all the way to the Prime Minister's seat as Reiji had.
He was not looking forward to that explosion of public attention. Current events and policies he could at least sound informed about. What was he going to say about his future bride? As yet, Mamoru knew little about the young woman to whom he was affianced. An ambassador's daughter whose appearance recommended her as well as her status was all he'd been told. Mamoru would have preferred knowing something about her interests or personality, but it seemed he'd be flying blind in that regard. He would just have to hope he could keep the conversation more about her. He wasn't particularly keen to divulge much about himself anyway.
Well, it wasn't as though he had no practice putting on a good face to strangers. The sleek black sedan pulled to a stop in front of the Ritz-Carlton in Tokyo Midtown, which housed Azure 45, heralded as one of the best restaurants in the country. A valet opened the door to the car to let him out and escorted him to the private dining room overlooking a gorgeous cityscape.
Truth be told, it was all entirely too fancy for him. The chandelier of metallic bubbles, the menu of items most people wouldn't even be able to pronounce, the three-piece suit and polished shoes that pinched his feet. Given the choice, he would have opted for a quaint café by a park with a walking trail.
Then again, choice wasn't really the name of the game here, was it? Of course two young members of the upper crust would be at a place like this instead. Mamoru was a good twenty minutes early, so he seated himself at the window end of the entirely too large table and skimmed the wine menu while he waited.
Hidden beneath his coat at his beltline, he kept a small case with four slender darts. Mamoru had a new name, a new home, a new family, and a new career, but some habits never changed.
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At least she wasn't hurt or upset. Really, it was lucky she was reacting like this. This was a lot easier and more familiar than hysterics. Tharja was amazingly nonchalant about the entire affair. He offered a small smile.
"We're a little overdressed, but let's try Yamato-ya. It's close, and I've heard they have good food." And it was authentic Japanese instead of the French they would have been having where they were. From what he'd gathered of Tharja from their brief conversation, that might be more to her tastes anyway. Mamoru knew it was closer to his, and there should be much better selection there.