He was just too stupid.
She sunk her hand into her robe pocket, took out a small, dainty, elegantly wrapped box, and shoved it into his hands. "I got this for Eloa; it should match her eyes. I wish you both a happy marriage." With that, she turned on her heel and walked to the archway that led to the garden. Before she walked out, she turned to the stupid cousin of hers and his stupid cousin of a wife, who had just walked to him, and all but shouted, "Oh, do remember, no one wishes this marriage to last more than I do. May it be long and prosperous, because if it ends, and you're looking for a second wife, I'll be the _last_ angel volunteering."
If it failed to last and he needed a second wife, she may very well be the first to be picked. That was the last thing she wanted.
