"My attitude toward marriage before my first one? Hmm." Miranda smoothed a lock of dark hair through her fingers as she thought. "I was looking for compatibility. For someone my intellectual equal, who wasn't afraid of differing opinions. Someone who was good in bed, though actually, that's lower on the list--you spend more time talking with a man than sleeping with him, after all. Someone who had secured his place in whatever profession he'd chosen. I found that in Petr. He is a very passionate man." She wasn't certain if she felt annoyance or fondness, or some odd mix of both.
"But as for whether it influenced my reaction to being drawn? I think not. My first marriage was for love. This one? Certainly not, and I don't delude myself that it is. It doesn't carry the same expectations at all. I married Robin because I was forced to do so. He certainly would not have been my choice had I free will."
The last had no venom; Robin was blameless in this, merely acting out of self-preservation, as did she. He wouldn't have married her, given any sort of choice, and so she didn't resent him for that.