Gillion was shifting uncomfortably in his navy suit up on the altar. He didn't want to be wed, obviously. Although he believed firmly that the Elders knew what was best, it felt disappointing that his once chance to mate was being spent on...this. He knew next to nothing about his soon-to-be partner; it was all he could hope that he ended up with someone who wouldn't direct their likely anger about this situation at him. He managed a small smile at his fiancé as they walked down the aisle, infinitely worried about how they perceived him.