The wedding had been a farce she'd never seen the like of before.
All prettying up and smiles that split the faces in such a way she might just think they'd split completely at any moment to reveal the monstrous quality that lies hidden.
Really, trying to make her pretty for her husband to be, like it was possible in any measure to make her like so. And if the rumours are indeed true, that the man looks like his mother whom by all means is the picture of beauty herself. . .
Although her personality certainly leaves for a measure of improvement.
Well why should she bother competing?
A woman needs to be pretty for her wedding day, her father had said, even if it's just for that day only.
At any rate it turned out just the way she figured it would, with nothing but high class fakers and idiots dancing about each other like their lives depended on it. It reminded her of poultry. Nothing could possibly make her long for her solitary mountains more.
Trying to daydream about them however seemed impossible since every lady (and there were indeed many) was competing with whom could wear the most intricate and luxurious kimono pattern. And they were all giggling, like little girls, oh how it grated her nerves to hear that incessant sound.
Of course it was also impertinent that she meet and greet them all. Every. Single. One. Of them.
After naught more than a few minutes of having to present herself to these people who looked at her like she's some kind of mutt. Which is just outrageous because she can certainly beat most of them in combat should she want to. It came as a relief that she was getting married since it meant at least two hours of preparation in which she'd not be obliged to interact with anyone.
The sound of all voices combined made her happy she wasn't outside in the courtyard but inside in the room reserved for the bride until the ceremony. Not that her excellent hearing didn't allow for her hearing them just fine anyways but at least she was shielded from seeing them at this time, preferably she would rather never had laid eyes on them at all.
Lowland folk are nothing like mountain dogs such as her. If this is what high class means she doesn't really want to be a part of it.