Moonette shifted on her feet and stole a few nervous glances at St. Mags. Then she sighed. What was this foreign feeling that invaded her very soul? It felt, unpleasant to say the least. She'd never called St. Mags a megalomaniac. Wasn't that TDU's phrase? And as far as Moonette knew, St. Mags had only made people happier in her wonderful, fluffy stories of love and friendship and romance. And her on line friends? St. Mags was always there when anyone needed an encouraging word, or a *hug*. And she created William Wood, for Merlin's sake! And wrote Moonette a wonderful multi-chaptered story about him just a few months ago in which he sustained multiple injuries. Good God, this feeling, this terrible pall that blackened her heart was GUILT! Moonette had never felt this before. Well, maybe a twinge or two when Will's arms were loaded with recyclables. But to this extent? Never!

St. Mags shipped against her will to someone she didn't even know? Moonette took a minute to mull this over. She'd almost forgotten the fact that forced or arranged marriage is an excellent romance novel storyline that never failed to get Moonette's insides tingling. Would St. Margarets feel the same way about The Kilted One? Would her insides tingle when he looked at her, or with his touch? If the answer to that question was "no", what should be done?

Moonette dropped her head and her shoulders slooped as the weight of these thoughts became too much to bear and still maintain her excellent posture that showed her figure to the best advantage. She just couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong.

Will leaned towards her and whispered, "Are you all right, lass?"

She looked into those moss-green eyes that were more hazel since they were only moss-green when he was feeling perfectly loving and he'd been feeling nothing near that for the entire party, and she sighed. "I don't know."