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[Vanessa turns on her locket, placing it on the table. She looks...much better than she had before. In fact, people can catch glimpses of a wedding dress.

She looks resigned, tension in her face, her chin held high. And yet...well.]

As of this morning, I am no longer Lady Vanessa Ives.

[She looks down at her hands for a moment, then back at the screen. She taps into her ability to remain stoic in the face of horrible things. The public does not need to know how much this angers her, or how helpless she feels.]

To better Arachne's Eye, Queen Morla has decided that it would be best for me to marry.

I agreed.

[As she was given no real choice.]

Henceforth, you would do well to refer to me by my husband Balem's last name, Abrasax.

[Yep. Lady Vanessa Abrasax. Wife to Balem. Lovely. She knows very well who is getting the most out of this deal. And it is not her.]

We have worked out the logistics, and while we are married, I will still spend a great deal of my time at my Spire, and will continue to be open to any of those who need to speak with me.

My plans...to make sure the Seelie pay, are unchanged. Just delayed.

[Her goal is still a fixed point.]

...apologies who anyone who wished to attend the wedding.

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Even if there is, it is on him to admit it.

I can't make him admit something he denies even to himself.

[She rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her wine.]

And really, Damon. Don't be crass.

Yeah, that'll happen. Oh, wait, no it won't.

[Please, Vanessa. They both knew Javik.]

That's like asking me not to breathe. Or be gorgeous. Impossible.

[She sighs and takes another drag off her joint.]

I don't know. Someone chopping off your head might make you quite ugly.

Nonsense. Then there'll just be two beautiful parts of me.

[Can't stop, won't stop.]

And what if I burn you?

<small[She is laughing now, because truly this is ridiculous.]

Well that would just be rude. I'm not a joint, Vanny. But I'll make a note that the idea of my demise just tickles you.

No, it's just that you always seem to have a way to make a bad situation work out well for you. I'm surprise you couldn't for burning.

I could be the last light in the dark. And I bet I'd be the sexiest pile of ash to ever exist. You could also bring the fixings for s'mores.

You, sir, are utterly ridiculous.

[Still, she is laughing. Which is better than what she has been doing, lately.]

Thank you.

[Because that was a compliment, right?]

You're welcome, my dear.

[Because yes, it was.]

[He gestured to the table with his glass before taking a sip.]

Is everything to your liking? I don't get guests often, so you'll have to excuse any mistakes. They're learning.

I'm enjoying all of it. But I don't think I'm very difficult to please.

I could complain, if you would like me to.

Let me guess; not enough spiders?

Well, yes. Not enough doom or gloom, either.

I could get someone to play a funeral dirge, if that'd make you feel more at home.

Oh yes please.

Something ridiculous and Catholic.

[She laughs, and sips her wine. This is genuinely becoming an enjoyable night.]

Bring in the depressing music.

[And lo, did there appear a violinist, playing a wailing tune that had Damon flinching.]

The things I do for you.

[After a few moments she can't help but giggle and wave at Damon.]

No please, stop it, stop it. You have proved you will be more than willing to be a good host.