He was also heavier than Owen by maybe 20 pounds. His hair and short beard were white, and he had gray eyes.“Good afternoon, sir.”“Good afternoo..., Grace O’Malley. Are you ready to be married, and is this your own decision?” the minister asked in a pleasant but gravelly voice.“Oh yes sir. Owen and I have been ready to be married for some time now, we just didn’t know where to go to have a quiet ceremony, since the people here think that we’re already married,” I explained to him.“Yes, that’s. And I’d changed some things. Especially knowing he was to be transferred permanently to Orlais, it was possible he’d do something desperate or stupid.“Your Highness,” Loghain whispered, the look on his face hard to read. “Believe me when I tell you that, regardless of my past actions, I am fully committed to the Grey Wardens. I did not understand, before. And your brother would say I neither asked nor listened, and he’s not wrong. But I do understand, now. Commander Duncan tells me you know. They talked about me making goodprogress with my transition, and "finally achieving my dreams". Theyhave no idea what I am going through - the pain of being invisible to theman I love.Then, just when I was giving up hope, Scott came out to present some foodand he whispered in my ear: "You look fat". It was a lie and it wasoffensive and hurtful, but all I could think was: "He saw me. He islooking at me. He cares about how I look. I am getting there".Diary Entry 28I just try to keep. "Lovely job."So I poured out a large mug of tea. "Sugar and milk?" I lisped, god I hadto sort out that lisp, perhaps if I talked slower, but my nerves made merush my words."Yes two please and a good squirt of milk that would be magic." He waslooking at my breasts as he spoke."It's such a nice day we might as well have it outside, I never usuallyget the chance to be in the sun, I'm usually stuck inside all day" hewalked out of the back door with me following carrying the mugs of tea.He sat at.