He didn't consider himself a lucky man, because this marriage was as much a political match as it was a prominent one. He saw her as deserving of a man like him. He finally took her hand, the feel of her soft fingers against his own. "Do you approve of what you see?" He brought her closer. For a moment there was no one else in the room. The people around them a blur. He didn't slobber over her as most men would. He didn't demand her attention either, but he had a sense of confidence that could only match her own.