Mona adjusted the medallion displayed proudly on her chest before fiddling with Raylon's.
Raylon sighed as he let her mess with it. She had already fixed his medallion for the umpteenth time. He pushed away her hands with a forced smile, "Why are you acting so finicky?"
"I just want to make sure everything is perfect."
"Don't be so nervous, sister. This is Moao we're talking about. She won't care how we look."
She stomped her foot, "That is exactly why I'm nervous! I want to make a good impression in her Kingdom and with her."
"Why?"
"Because she is my future sister-in-law!"
He rubbed his head in exasperation, "Not this again. I've already told you that there is no way that will ever happen. She's not interested in me."
She clicked her tongue, "The future is uncertain, good brother. You might be surprised."
