This whole situation was awful. You had managed to get to Snezhnaya, only to immediately be captured by the Tsaritsa. She made you a deal. Marry one of the harbingers so they can keep an eye on you and she’ll stop her plans… or be put to death. Since you obviously didn’t want to die, you agreed. The “lucky” man was Pierro or The Jester. You were sure he hated you, so you hated him. You were sitting next to him as he was barking orders at lower ranked fatui.

“Is that clear?”