Woo!
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't belie-
Elia Roän reflexively flipped his phone over to silence his Van Halen wakeup call without even looking over to his nightstand before yawning, cracking his neck and thinking to himself that he'd have appreciated better weather for such a special occasion. Aiming a vaguely resentful glare at the foggy, wet blackness outside his apartment window- it wasn't going to accomplish anything but it felt good -and getting out of bed to stand upright and get a few stretches in, he pulled a gym shirt on and padded barefoot through the apartment's hallway. "Hey boo. Sleep okay?" His mother leaned upward to give him a peck on the cheek, standing in front of the stove in a blue & white check apron and working her usual magic. Despite whatever failings she may have had as a person or in parenting, Jan Roän could seriously cook.
"Awesome. What's for breakfast?" The tall young man poured himself a cup of tea- plenty of cream, just enough sugar.
"I'll fry you an egg or two once the bacon's done, and there's bread, cheese and apple jam. Can't have a growing lad like you flying all that way on an empty stomach, can we?"
"I called Dad last night."
Jan paused in the middle of her bread & butter. "Oh?"
A remarkably loaded syllable.
"What? He appreciates it and I like having a father again."
"I'm just surprised that after how you've said you feel-"
"Can we not get into this right now, mom? Please? I don't want to leave on an argument. I'm sorry I brought it up." It was his father who was one of the reasons for this trip and also the reason it was possible in the first place, though in ways far, far beyond anything so trivial as just paying for his plane tickets. In fact, it was who his father was that had more to do with this trip than anything else besides being in love with a certain Crown Princess Julia Gertrude Cecily Miranda Kehrer.
Final checklist- everything had made it into his suitcases and said suitcases had made it through baggage check-in with zero hiccups, his phone was fully charged, his wallet was in his back pocket where it always was, and the Sagitta was snugly ensconced in Long-Term Parking Lot C. Quick check of the RKFConnect app: sunroof, windows, and doors were locked or closed as applicable, no lights left on, nothing remotely valuable inside other than the toll transponder. The business-class lounge was bloody nice: brown leather Herman Miller furniture, free WiFi, a continental breakfast he hadn't taken much advantage of beyond a substantial cup of coffee to wake himself the rest of the way up and a blueberry scone.
Good morning, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for KLM flight 544 to Amsterdam. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, SkyPriority members, and any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you.
Many, many hours, two connecting flights and a vast array of headphone-fed albums later...
"Hey, babe! No, zero problems at all. Some turbulence but that was no big deal." Elia cradled his phone between his ear and shoulder, somehow perfectly executing a Full Windsor necktie knot on the first try despite this handicap. "Terrified of your mom, but still excited nevertheless. Heh. Nah, it's fine; I'll survive without getting thrown into a dungeon- or so I hope, anyway. Right. See you soon. Love you." After tapping End Call, he gave himself a final check in the mirror. His father looked back at him, though painted in his mother's palette: physically imposing for seventeen at 6'3" and built like the rugby player he was, freckles and vaguely Sixties-boy-band strawberry blonde hair down to here, blue-grey eyes. The light grey Tom Ford suit was something he suspected might have been a touch overkill though he wasn't quite sure, but as he slid his watch on before grabbing his wallet and car keys he rationalized that meeting your girlfriend's family- especially when they were royalty -was definitely an occasion you'd rather be overdressed than underdressed for. Somehow even the Grand Jacobean Hotel's elevator seemed to be vibrating with the same mix of excitement and apprehension he was as he made his way down to the ground floor.
In a coincidence that thoroughly baffled the doorman, he and the palace limousine reached the front doors of the hotel at the exact same time.