everything you wanted to know about portals but were afraid to ask
who: prince james and chris halliwell
what: worlds accidentally collide
where: james's castle
when: not long pre-series for james; charmed episode 622 for chris.
Annette was here. Annette was here and part of James knew that he ought to be with her, wooing her, talking to her, and yet here he was, in the library. Oh, she was beautiful and talented enough when it came to politicking, but with a severe fear of boredom and anything even approaching difficulties, whether it included setbacks in a planned dinner party or a wander through the forest.
They needed this union, he told himself, taking one book from the shelf and then replacing it with a sigh. They needed it, and James did his duty, and yet he was not looking forward to this.
Well, you'd better get used to it, James, and face up your future wife.
At the least they could tolerate each other. He stared at the bookshelf for a moment longer and then turned away from it, shaking his head, and strode toward the small door to the side, leading into the servants' corridors rather than the main exit--the one that was right next to an alcove with a mosaic inset into it in a pattern of which no one quite knew the relevance.
what: worlds accidentally collide
where: james's castle
when: not long pre-series for james; charmed episode 622 for chris.
Annette was here. Annette was here and part of James knew that he ought to be with her, wooing her, talking to her, and yet here he was, in the library. Oh, she was beautiful and talented enough when it came to politicking, but with a severe fear of boredom and anything even approaching difficulties, whether it included setbacks in a planned dinner party or a wander through the forest.
They needed this union, he told himself, taking one book from the shelf and then replacing it with a sigh. They needed it, and James did his duty, and yet he was not looking forward to this.
Well, you'd better get used to it, James, and face up your future wife.
At the least they could tolerate each other. He stared at the bookshelf for a moment longer and then turned away from it, shaking his head, and strode toward the small door to the side, leading into the servants' corridors rather than the main exit--the one that was right next to an alcove with a mosaic inset into it in a pattern of which no one quite knew the relevance.