Thinking about that, Diltan told Oiteil, “I’m still marked by many as being enraptured with the Imperial Clan. These men don’t tend to forget such things easily.”
His friend quirked a knowing smile. “It’s a good thing you’ve kept your appointment with the empress’ cousin under wraps. In a few minutes the voting will be done, however, and who you attract for a Matara is no longer a factor – until the next time you want a piece of legislation passed.”
Diltan shrugged. “My choice for a lifemate is my business. A Matara lasts much longer and is of more importance than my political career. Her connections to the Imperial Clan notwithstanding, Matara Tasha is a lovely woman.”
“And if she doesn’t work out, there is the sister, correct?”
Diltan snorted. “I have no interest in the twin. If Tasha is not compatible with my clan, I will happily move on to a woman with no Imperial connections.”
The wry tone he spoke with made Oiteil snicker. “It’s like that, is it? Alike in looks but not in personalities? Is it really impossible to tell the two females apart just by looking at them?”
Diltan thought about the rough-around-the-edges twin. “They are identical physically. However, that doesn’t really matter. After a moment or two, you get a good idea of which is which.”
Oiteil considered. “Isn’t that amazing? Two women, identical in features, raised in the same household, and yet utterly different in personality.”
“Indeed. Matara Cissy is – how can I say this? Spirited. That’s a good word for it. Tasha is more, uh, sedate.” Diltan frowned. He’d almost described Tasha as ‘predictable’. Which she seemed to be, and that was a good thing. The last thing he wanted was a mate that left him guessing all the time.
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