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Yeri has never thought on it before, being arranged to marry someone.
With how busy she always seemed to be, she hadn't even thought any sort of marriage would be in the cards for her. So to be put into a marriage with someone?
Yeri didn't entirely know how to feel.
She didn't feel bad about it, or uncomfortable, really. It was easy for her to get along with all kinds of people. But, maybe she did feel a little awkward about it.
What if he didn't like her? Maybe she had done something in the past that had indirectly wronged him. It wouldn't be entirely out of nowhere, really.
Yeri was so lost in her own thoughts that she had barely noticed his approach, her eyes perking up at the sound of footsteps closing in.
"Ah, h-hello.." Yeri said, getting up to her feet as she placed her hands behind her back, dipping her head in a haphazard and slightly unpracticed bow.
This certainly was an unusual, and unexpected, turn of events. Being wed, at his age?
But it was at Noah's behest that he see this arranged marriage through, even if he himself was skeptical of its practicality -- far be it from him to question his superior and dear friend's motives. If his Legatus told him to jump, he would unflinchingly jump, no matter how high.
And it wasn't as if the Garlean Elezen wasn't accustomed to the ins and outs of social etiquette, especially of the higher station; much of his time outside of the military revolved around attending dinners and parties to get in the good graces of those of higher standing for the sake of restoring the Lanatus name, or to garner support for the Gabranth family and the IVth Legion. He could be quite charming, actually, despite having little tolerance for what Lyon would refer to as "arse-kissing".
But this? This was a bit ... well, different.
Still, Menenius dressed in his military formalwear, made sure that everything was in order with not a speck of dirt or wrinkle, or even a hair out of place, all to meet his betrothed. If he was going to make a first impression, he may as well strive to make it a decent one.
The heels of his boots against the floor gave him away earlier than he would have liked, though he supposed it was better than startling the poor Viera. Her attempt at cordiality caused his brows to raise in quiet amusement. In return, an arm moved across his waist while the other was positioned behind his back, and he offered her a far more steady bow.
"... Forgive my lateness," the Tribunus replied. If he was at all nervous, he was careful to conceal it. "I hope I have not kept you waiting overly long."
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