Kol and Katharine
As a queen, Katharine didn't get a choice in courting or not. She only had one suiter and Pietyr. Pietyr who would never touch her again and honestly had turned into a bit of a nag. She'd slowly started to realize to hell with expectations. Thanks to her death of course.
"Let me rephrase. Modesty rarely benefits one in power. Yes, it does have its place, but I much prefer how people treat me now than who I was before." Yes, people now feared her, but shouldn't the Poisoner Queen be feared?
"My talents mostly involve poisons, although I'm quite adept with knife throwing and archery. What else can you do?" she asked, actual curiosity in her voice.
She startled at the word Love as nobody used such a term back home, least of all with a queen. But, she said nothing. At least not right now. "So you survive death? I've survived one, but I'm unsure if I will survive another. Why do you try and kill each other?" She noticed a building in the distance and certainly hoped it would provide warmer clothes.