Owen blinked. He was quiet as he listened to her tell her tale. The tale of them, really. It was almost like a fantasy or some storybook romance, although a bit modernized. He did fidget a bit as he listened, not wishing to interrupt her. He’d sip his drink or clean off his glasses. Finally he just rested them on the table. He really only needed them for reading and such, but sometimes it was just easier to keep them on. Sort of like a personal shield. Like Superman and his Clark Kent persona, he thought to himself with a small smile.
As he listened, he realized there really was a lot to them and how long they had been together. And children. Well, he honestly had wanted children, but it wasn’t like there was a long line of female suitors knocking on the door either. He almost felt like he should be taking notes, all of the information he was being thrown at him.
“Well, I am quite certain you were a beautiful princess.” He smiled at her, finishing his coffee and placing the empty cup on the table. “Life does crop up, doesn’t it. I…” He blushed a bit. “I am almost sad I don’t remember any of this. That I missed it.”