Edarial is momentarily distracted because the woman who will be his wife is absolutely gorgeous. He wonders, vaguely, if it's even fair that someone he chose for her intellect should be that - ... That. Then he wonders if maybe he's not damned to a loveless marriage, after all.

That little, frail, pathetic hope dies when he meets her eyes. Cold as ice, without a trace of even basic respect.

He averts his eyes and closes them. Nope, he's definitely damned to a loveless marriage.