Lars Verier looked at the Emperor of Brasiliant, her new husband. She hadn't expected a love match, as that was all part of the her plan. Then she looked at him and smiled, a clearly false smile from one who expected to receive the same scorn and falsehood back.

"I hope I can please you tonight, Your Majesty." She said, since it was their wedding nigh and they were in the bridal chamber, just after the marriage ceremony.