"We don't keep them in our bedrooms!" Aranhil protested as he looked at his wife like she was crazy. How could she even think this was anything like the other? They kept skulls out of respect, and they were kept in a special room. They didn't make things out of them, or think of every day objects as them. He shuttered a little. "You said that when they tossed the chest around, it was like they threw your grandmother around. So how am I suppose to think of it as anything but your grandmother? It's just creepy!"

Personally, Aranhil did not understand elves. Dragons were very logical, and straight forwards. Once someone was dead, they were dead. You moved on with it. Sure, secretly, they still missed the lost one. He missed his brother more than he could ever say. But that didn't mean he was going to pretend that some tree was his brother. Nor would he ever consider making something out of his little brother. It was just weird.

Desperate to move away from dead people, he was delighted when his wife changed the conversation. "No." He shook his head, smiling at his lovely dear. "Sweet, I know you do not understand our ways. But it is my job to provide for you, and to do what has been assigned to me. If I gave my tasks to you, it would be like saying I can not handle them. The last thing a man wants is to be forced to make his wife do something he has been told to. I will not insult my family name by requiring you to do my work." He ran his fingers down her cheek with a smile. "You are sweet, my love. But your job is to take care of the family. It is my job to take care of the work."

Gently, Aranhil kissed his wife. "Besides. That means I don't have to worry about mother any more." He grinned evilly. "It's now your job to keep both my mother, and my brother, in line." He laughed to himself, pleased with this. "And my little sister! You are a lady, my love. It is your job to teach her to be one, as well. I don't have to chase her down any more!" He was, clearly, thrilled with this. "She's almost of age to start sleeping with men. I would prefer if she did not."

Taking Sylvia's hand, he sighed softly. "Darling, I'm giving you a task far harder than any I have ever had. My little sister is a flirt, and a tease. She doesn't think about dangers, just about fun. She is young, but still innocent. She is wild. I need you to make sure that she does not get into a situation she can not escape from. Her virginity must be her choice. And I, as an older brother, would prefer it if she chose to keep it until she weds the man I choose."

Aranhil sighed. He took her hands gently. "Sylvia, you never gave us a chance to know each other. I mean, I know for a fact I was not eager about this wedding, but I made an effort to try and get to know you in person before we got married." He shrugged, not sure how to make her explain. Was she still so against their own wedding? "I tried to come see you, and offered to let you over as often as I could. And yet, you were always so inconvenienced by my invitations and intentions. I gave up, because you never wanted to get to know me."

He reached out, touching her cheek gently. "The first time I ever even got to see you, it was that day you arrived on my doorstep to be wed. I was angry that you couldn't be bothered to see me until it finally fit your schedule, which meant not until our wedding day." He said softly. "I was tempted to tell you that I was sick, and not to bother."

Leaning back on his elbows, Aranhil looked up to the sky. "Thankfully, Cendres is reasonable about one thing. She likes to meet boys. She knows her duty, and she understands that it shall be my pick. When I tell her who it is she shall wed, she will accept it. Of course, she shall not be wedding to stop a bitter feud. I am actually free to choose based on who I think will be good for her. So she will feel no resentment towards her husband. She will go to him willingly, and shall bed him as they are wed. Her children will be strong, and the pairing will be beneficial. I don't see how any of that could be a problem."

(I know, bit short. Sorry. Been kicking the last of my cold lately. lol )

Aranhil shrugged. "I have known for a century that my wife would be my father's choice. Aranhil is the younger son, and can make his own choices. I was, of course, allowed to make suggestions. But the girls I fancied in my youth were usually unsuitable for the throne." He explained with a shrug. "Ether that or my brother was screwing them." He laughed softly, remembering that incident. "I had no idea at the time."

Grinning at Sylvia, he settled back to explain. "I was probably ninety, and River was just old enough to be legally allowed to engage with the ladies. There was this pretty young dragon who had been flirting with me for three years. Just as I finally started to notice her, she got in bed with my brother. During the day, I'd take her out, and treat her like a princess. At night, she'd crawl in bed with my little brother. And I always wondered why she was so tired in the mornings, or why she never came with me to family events."

Grinning to himself, he smiled at his little wife. "Anyway, nah. I probably wouldn't like your sisters. I don't know. I never met them. But it's not important, Sylvia. Life has given us our lots. We can only play the game, and hope to come out with a winning hand. So far, I enjoy what I have been dealt. I am happy with what I have been given. Aren't you?"

Aranhil leaned over and kissed his wife gently. "Stop fussing. You're cute when you pout, but gorgeous when you smile. I'd rather have a beautiful wife than a cutesie one." He shrugged a little as he added, "The point is, I didn't have a choice. It doesn't matter what I might have done, or what your mind is running away with. The point is, this is what I have. And I am happy with it."

"You're right." Aranhil murmured, a thoughtful look passing across his face. "You really are no match for any of the dragons. Everyone here has learned to fight almost as soon as they learned to walk. You'd be squashed flat in a second." He studied her for a bit, assessing her advantages. Not very many. "I suppose your fighting style would be similar to Cendres', but that only works against a small number of enemies."

Leaning in, the young king-to-be kissed his wife. "I have decided," He informed her with a bright smile. "I shall assign you two personal guards to keep you safe at all times. in fact, I shall even write to River." He added brightly, "You see, River is a much better fighter than I, he will know better who shall best be able to protect you." He explained. He reached out to stroke her cheek gently. "You are tender, my sweet. I don't want you to be hurt. Fighting would only damage you. I would rather keep you as you are."

Reluctantly, he started to stand up. "I should return home and write to him now." He decided. "I would prefer the letter reach him quickly, so that I might be able to protect you sooner yet. Come along, my love, let's go home." He took her hand, helping her to stand up. "I, um..." A red blush slid across his cheeks. "I should probably go find your shoe first."

Cendres giggled. She was seated on her bed, a young suitor at her neck. He'd already left a bit of a bruise on her flesh, and had seemed intent upon expanding it before they were interrupted. "Sylvia, didn't anyone tell you to knock?" She asked with a laugh. She brushed aside her current companion, settling his aggravation with a kiss. "Later. Meet me in the gardens tonight?" She asked with a smile. "Shoo, now, or my sister in law might tell on us." The young dragon left with several mumbled complaints.

Cendres gestured to the spot that her young male had previously occupied. "Have a seat, Sylvia, and tell me what's wrong? Why do you want men to do what you want?" She asked curiously. "I mean, I can understand wanting Aranhil to do something, but really, all the rest of the men too?" She shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. As she continued to speak, she took a seat at her vanity. Some special foundation was already sitting out, clearly having been set there in anticipation of needing to cover certain spots. This was spread across her neck as she spoke.

"Apparently, my brother is more dense than I thought. So you'll have to be a bit more direct. Let him catch you changing. It's subtle, he won't expect you to have set anything up. Just offer for him to come in, enjoy the show, chat a little. Maybe if you're already undressed, he'll just do the rest?" She offered curiously.

Shrugging her slender shoulders, Cendres tipped her head a bit, watching herself in the mirror. She applied just a bit more of the makeup, then stood and turned to her sister in law. "Who cares about that right now? I'm hungry! Let's go eat." She suggested brightly.

Cendres started to laugh. "Love? Sylvia, you're too much!" she cried, her mirth bubbling over and escaping in a cascade of bubbly giggles. "Of course I don't love anyone, silly goose. You elves are so sweet and funny. You know, I heard your maid say that except in cases like yours, no one gets married without being in love first. Isn't that just outrageous? Of course I don't love anyone. When my brother tells me it is time for me to get wed, I will love my husband. Until then," The young dragon shrugged her shoulders, not seeming particularly concerned.

"You see, Sylvia, if I am unattached, I am free to do what I please with who I please. I'm still young, and unmarried. Now is my time to have fun without worrying about attachments or silly things like jealousy and affection." She tried to shake her hands free, momentarily wondering how it was that Sylvia could have such a strong grip on her fingers. "Really, Sylvia, it's not like it's a big deal or anything. It's just marriage."

Beaming to herself, the younger girl finally broke out of the elf's hold. "Seriously, I'll probably get married to someone that Aranhil needs an alliance with. Won't that be exciting? I'll get to move somewhere new, learn all sorts of things, and run his house hold. He'll likely dye in battle, too, leaving me tragically widowed with a few wonderful kids and a bunch of hot servants to take care of me. I mean, it's not like it's a bad life. All I gotta do is squirt out a few little babies, and bam! He's happy with me."

(I PROMISE to stop being so slow now)

Aranhil, meanwhile, sat down at his desk. He let out a soft sigh. "If only there were some way to please her." He muttered to himself. He shook his head, thinking back over the course of the day. What had he done wrong? What had made her mad?" He let another sigh escape him. Picking up his pen, he placed it to paper, and began to write. Many long minutes passed before he paused. He thought a moment, then went on.

It was a while before he was satisfied. Grasping the paper by the corner, he waved it to and from to help dry the ink. Then he rolled it up, and lit a candle. When there was wax rolling down the side, he dripped some on the edge, and pressed it with his own personal seal. His brother would know it was from him. He knew, though, that people sometimes sent letters with his seal in his name. To show his brother it truly was him, he gently scratched an X across the top of the wax. It was a code they had formed when they were young. Letters without the Xed seal were not from one another.

He found a young courier soon. "You there, boy, your attention." He supposed 'boy' was not a correct term. More of a young man. He shrugged it off. "Take this letter to my brother, Prince River. He resides with the Elves for now. You will remain by his side until he sends you with a reply. If he has no reply for me, remain with him, and help to attend to him." He grinned, "And see if you can't find yourself a way to get those elven ladies to be a bit less prudish." He shrugged. "They are a bad example on my wife."

Sylvia ended falling asleep alone in her bedroom. She thought long & hard about her & Aranhil's situation until she passed out, curled up in a tiny ball. What was she doing wrong? What about her wasn't appealing to Aranhil? It had to be something she was going, it had to be. While Aranhil wasn't as much of a playboy as River, she gathered that he did have experience, so he definitely had a type, ore at least had things that excited him.

She couldn't ask Cendres about what excited her brother, & she certainly wasn't going to ask any of his ex-lovers; least of all, Emera had no idea how to please a man, for she was just as unlearned in the bedroom as Sylvia. Her last shot was Aranhil's mother, but the woman hated her with a passion, even after the wedding. it was hard for Sylvia to even endure the woman's poisonous attitude towards her for more than a few minutes before she had to escape.

..._..._...

River smiled awoke in his most favorite place in the world, resting his head in Emera's lap. He stayed still for a bit longer, gazing up at the Elven woman as she stitched something together. She'd been so much more agreeable with him since they returned to her home, even allowing him to be affectionate with her. Maybe she didn't see the women here as threats, or maybe she was more comfortable in her territory; maybe it was that he almost didn't wear his armor anymore.

"Is that a gift for me, Melamin?" River asked, calling Emera by one of his many pet names for her.

[OOC: it's okay, i understand.// melamin="my love" in Elven]

Emera blushed gently. "No, River." She answered quietly. She rarely called him by anything but his name. Though she had consented to let him woo her, she still was a little embarrassed by it. However, being home in dangerous territory, she felt safest with him by her side. "It's for Sylvia's eldest sister. She got engaged while we were away, and I wished to make her something." She explained softly. She gave River a little smile. "I will make you something after, however, if you desire."

She reached down to touch his cheek gently. It was only in their rooms that she let him rest on her in this way. If she had dared to let others see, she knew she would hear no end of it. They already suspected her because of her mother. "What would you like?" She asked, her voice gentle as always. Lately, she had not liked the way the girls had been looking at him. Word had gotten around quickly that he was a prince. Any woman would be honored to be his wife. "You know, dear heart, you've been very well behaved since we left. Should I worry as to why this is so?"

Emera felt her cheeks take on a very pink color. "Th-thank you, River." She knew he was trying to help her by buying the child's silence. Sometimes, the stoic prince would do something that was quite surprisingly touching. It always shocked her to see that something so tender hid under all the armor. She supposed, though, that it made sense. All across her world, this was true. Castles guarded princesses, who hid away inside. Animals guarded their stomachs, the softest part of their bodies. Armor guarded River, along with his foul disposition and scowl. But it turned out, those defenses just sheltered a tender heart.

With him seated upright, now, Emera took her turn to lean against him. She melted against his side with her head gently on his shoulder. "You are good to me, River. I appreciate it." She, teasingly, had left a kerchief on his pillow ever afternoon for him to find when he went to bed. She thought the tradition was foolish, silly, and completely and utterly romantic. It seemed almost too sweet to be a dragon's tradition. The one for tonight was safely hidden inside her skirt. She'd made a delicate border of thorns, with his initials in the corner, two swords crossed behind the letter. She thought he would enjoy it. She'd been trying to make as many masculine designs as she could.

"I wonder why your brother wrote you, River." she said softly. "It seems odd that he might send a letter at the same time as Sylvia. Do you think that they are alright?" She inquired curiously. She broke the seal to her letter gently, and carefully unfolded her paper. Bowing her head, she turned her eyes to the words. If it was something that River should not read, she was sure Sylvia would have written in elven, and she would know to turn away.

Emera was silent a very long time. Finally, she looked up at River. "I could lie." She offered softly. Lying was not something she did easily, nor well. But for Sylvia, even she could fabricate a tale worth retelling. "I'll go to the gods." She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "She will believe me if it comes from the gods. I will tell her they showed me a Life Split." The elves held their temple in great regard. The trip there was difficult, though not long. Before the gods you could pray, offer gifts, and sometimes, they granted you with one of their own. Elves would sometimes return, claiming to have been shown a choice. They took their sight to the one it involved, and gave their council. This choice was called a Life Split. It was at these points that their lives did split, to two separate paths. Neither choice was good, nor bad, not as they could be seen. Each held merit. It was to them to decide which was the path that was true. Each, usually, resulted in the same. The difference was how you got there.

"I will tell her that they showed me that if her stomach has swelled with child before the first snow, it shall be her children that shepard in a peace greater than the realm has known in lifetimes. If she is not with child by the time snow touches ground, it shall be your youth that bring about the peace." Emera looked up at River, insecure about her choice. "I do not hold water with the gods, but Sylvia does not know. If I tell her they mean for her to be with child, she will lay with Aranhil."

The young elf set aside her needlework. Gently, she smoothed out her skirts, and took to her feet. "I shall make plans to travel at once. It won't take me more than a day, perhaps two. But I should still inform our hosts that I mean to travel." She turned to River, her eyes tracing his face. She studied his every line and curve, every sign of smile and frown. They were so different. She was sure he'd like her plan. After all, everything she feared, he loved. She was positive he would love this idea.

"It's not truly a lie." The young elf offered nervously. "Her children will bring about peace. We....we're just helping that peace come sooner."