Redsand Canyon sand blossom

A part of her was happy, truly… but a part of her loathed the systems in place that had forced the decision so abruptly. It had not been the way she had wanted to start a marriage. Tamar moved to her side and she found the other woman’s presence comforting. She needed that closeness in this moment.
 
She spoke of her father arranging marriages and the stark comparison from her own father. “My father arranged a marriage for me once… the man who attacked me on the border was my betrothed.” She admitted quietly, information she had seldom shared outside of those who had needed to know. She didn’t trust the system of arranged marriages.
 
The question did bring a smile to her features, an adoring look in her eyes as she nodded. “Very. He is kind, and protective, and he cares about me.” She knew that without doubt or question.