Much as the young girl feared, when they were introduced to her soon-to-be husband, he was more than twice ehr age, and not a terribly attractive man, with a weak chin and patchy hair. She gave him one, last pleading look, though she didn't say anything, remaining courteous, though likely through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>Tamara grimaces, as he returns. "Yes, you've won this round," she says, shaking her head. "And it wouldn't be seemly, to be seen consorting with the enemy. Unless you'd care to make a competition out of it. Our ladies do so appreciate a good rivalry between us, and I could use something to restore my honor," she says, with a smirk.