I met my husband through my parents.
There was no love or emotional connection between us. Not even physical attraction.
But there was political interest.
We were the second generation after the secondary gender appearance so the old aristocracy put pressure on us to marry-
To prove that traditional values should still be valued still since the rich and educated still follow them.
I-I didn't like my husband. I doubt that he liked me.
The only thing we shared was the pressure our families put on us and the fact that we both had someone else in secrecy.
Cassian was always rude and arrogant. The lack of humanity and the ability to use everybody as a chess piece without any emotion was highly praised.
The difference the years dug in his character was the cruelty.
My husband was not cruel to me. Just indifferent.
Compliment.
Uninterested.
It was fairly obvious by the lack of questions or any form of talk at our arranged dinners.
