If there was a prouder person in the Throne Room, Terri would have liked to meet them. She was on the arm of her would-be-Husband on the very night he finally took his rightful place as Ascendant Sovereign of the Freehold of Sacramento. Wearing a long satin dress of slate grey with bronzed swirls running throughout that kissed her grey-heeled feet, Terri's best feature was her smile, both friendly and inviting, and as Rick slowed at the entrance, she slowed in time to his steps looking at whom was present, nodding at whomever met her gaze. The moment she met Nightfall's eyes, Terri felt awash with regret and a touch of pity also, for while she was having her big day, it seemed he and his Queen seemed to have drifted apart.
She leant in close to Rick for some measure of comfort. "Not nervous, I hope?" she joked, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.