Gabrielle:

Chattel. A commodity to be bought and sold.
I'd stopped planning my dream wedding years ago, but I had hoped there might at least be some affection involved in whatever merger I ended up in.
At best, I'd say Grant is cold and distant. I try not to think about what he might be at worst.

Grant:

She is nothing more than a pawn in what is already a very long game. I can't afford to let her under my skin.
If I do, she'll destroy me, and her smile will be my downfall. Not the fake one she shows the world, but the real one nobody else has ever seen.