Aranhil picked his wife up and threw her over his shoulder. Just like the sack of flour he told her she'd be. One hand on her back, and one across her legs, he turned and bowed to his mother and sister. "Excuse me, please, ladies. I'm afraid I require the attention of my wife." He turned, then, and carried her out of the room.

His mother just looked shocked as she watched her son leaving with the young elven princess. Cendres was squealing and laughing like a fool. "Don't forget what you have to do to him, Sylvia!" She shouted after her sister in law. "You still have the handcuffs!" She giggled eagerly, excited to find out if they managed to make her nieces and nephews or not.

Aranhil ignored them both. He carried his wife right back to her room, and set her down on her feet. "Hoppy, you'd better stay right in here." He warned the rabbit. Looking at his wife, he just frowned. "Just what has gotten into you, Sylvia? You are suppose to be setting an example! My father agreed to this marriage, because he saw how well behaved you elven women were, and he wanted you to come and help teach our woman to be more docile!" He hissed at her. He hadn't wanted word of this to get around. "And yet, here you are, acting worse than most of them! You are suppose to be setting a GOOD example for my sister!"

He groaned and sank down onto the bed, his head in his hands. "Cendres is far too wild, and woman everywhere are taking after her. We have tried everything, but it's not working. Cendres is going to have to be married within twenty years. Father wants her wed as soon as she is of legal age."

Looking up at his wife, he allowed her to see his fear and uncertainty. "Father is fond of the idea of sending her to the king farthest away from us. We have fifteen men who have made offers. Fifteen! The one farthest from us....I'd never see her again! I love her, Sylvia, she's my baby sister. I want her to be safe. But last time he came to visit, that....that man! He said he would be happy to train her. Like a dog!" He was clearly furious about this. Standing up from the bed, he started pacing. "I know what he intends to do to her. She'd hate it there. He wouldn't just make her into a lady, he'd break her spirit. She'd never survive as his wife."

He turned to Sylvia, clearly angry with her. "When you arrived, you acted perfectly. You were sweet, you answered politely, you treated me like your king. I AM your king, damn it! Now you're acting like my sister! I need you to teach her to be a wife, a lady, not for her to teach you how to cause trouble!"

Aranhil had no idea what Sylvia was going on about. "Of course that's what I expected!" He called after her. "Our parents chose you for a reason!" He didn't know what that reason was, but he knew his father would never have chosen Sylvia if she was not suppose to be well behaved. He'd had no hand in his own marriage, as he had made very clear from the beginning. He didn't know why she was suddenly taking offense to him doing the same thing for his sister. "Sylvia, don't you dare leave!"

He was furious that she'd disobeyed him. "Ugh!" The prince shook his head, unsure of how to handle his wife's sudden change. This was not what his wife was suppose to act like. He didn't understand how she could just be so stupid. She was worse than River when it came to her emotions. He sighed. He'd let her have her little temper tantrum. She'd realize she was wrong soon enough. Smoothing out his clothes, he stepped out into the hall and shut the door behind him.

Hoppy glared at the door with all the ferocity a bunny could master. How dare it shut him in again.

Aranhil made his way down the corridor, heading outside. He really needed to go beat something up. He didn't even bother with changing his clothes. These might get ruined, but that didn't matter. He'd just have some more made for him. Thankfully, it was easy to find the men who were training, and even easier to join in. As his muscles adjusted to the workout, he felt himself relax. This was so much easier than understanding a wife.

Aranhil sat at the table, unsurprised that his wife had not shown up. She would fight like an elf. A quick strike, then run and hide. He thought to himself. That's how elves have always fought. Why would she be any difference? Strike hard and fast, then flee. She forgets how a dragon fights. I won't be cruel to her, though. She is my wife, I will not be fighting with her. She'll see that her little jabs and insults can not hurt me.

Satisfied that he was being the more mature of the two, the dragon prince focused on his meal. She would come to see that he was right sooner or later. The longer she wanted to isolate herself, the longer she could spend acting like a child. That was all on her. He ate his meal in peace, unconcerned by the gossip the maids were determined to spread. He realized part way though the meal, which today was braised rabbit, that perhaps it was good his wife had not attended. He was sure she would be quite upset to see one of Hoppy's relatives on her plate.

Aranhil got to his feet when he finished. Entering the kitchen, he grabbed a small basket. He put into it a piece of kale, some dandelion, and a few handfuls of whatever was growing in the lawn. Then he gathered a plate with last night's leftovers. They'd had venison last night, which he felt was safer to offer to his wife. Rather than sending a made, he himself went to her room and knocked. "Sylvia, open up. I brought dinner."

Aranhil smirked at the scratching at the door. Hoppy survived partially because he was so amusing. As much as he wanted to eat the rabbit, Aranhil was a little too entertained by him to do so. "Sylvia, open the door. I know how to open it even if you don't come do it for me, so you might as well. I'd hate to break your door or ruin your lock. Just come open the door. Alright? I brought food for your damn rabbit, so stop starving your pet." He knew that his wife had trouble resisting anything in regards to her rabbit. He was certain that she'd open the door if she thought it meant her rabbit was going to starve.

"Sylvia, I'm running out of patience." He warned her a moment later. The plate of food was kinda hot, and he was not enjoying having to hold onto it for so long. "Hurry up." He shook his head, annoyed by having to stand around like a servant. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, waiting to see if she was going to come get her door, or if he was breaking it open.

Aranhil barely had to look at his wife to know she was all upset. Elves were too emotional. When he finally gave her children, he'd have to make sure that they did not take after their mother. Perhaps it would be wise to separate them for a few years while they grew up. At least until the children were old enough to rationalize, and to realize their mother's flaws for themselves. He decided not to mention that to her yet, though. She'd just cry, and he didn't want to see her doing that. Again.

"Here." He set down the plate he'd brought her on the table. "Eat." He glanced over at his wife and nodded to the chair. "You can't skip dinner, it's not healthy. I'll feed the soup." He walked over to Hoppy's little cage, and set the items he'd brought in the rabbit's food dish. "Alright, Soup, come eat." He told the bunny carelessly. "So I can lock you away for the night. Don't want you getting stepped on in the middle of the night. Well? Hurry up."

Looking back up at his wife, Aranhil frowned a bit. "I am not a bully, Sylvia. You know better than to throw names around. I am to be the king. Just because I am firm, and in charge, does not mean I bully you. You need to learn a little respect." He stood up and gestured back to the plate of food he brought her. "I did not think you would like tonight's dinner, so I had the cooks make you something else. There is a maid coming by in half an hour to take your plate. If it's not out in the hallway, she'll knock so you know she's there. Alright?"

Not wanting her to think he was worried, but not yet wanting to leave, he glanced around for something else to talk about. Coming up blank, he just stood there, in the center of her room, frowning at things. He didn't like being at a loss for words. Sometimes, he really missed his brother. River would know what to tell him to say.

Aranhil accepted her explanation without question. Personally, he thought she was just too shy to tell him she was on her period. He was sure that if he was bleeding for a few days straight, he'd be moody too. Walking over, he kissed her on the top of the head. "I forgive you, wife." He replied in kind. "Sylvia." He smiled at her and touched her cheek gently. Tipping her face up towards him, he bent down and kissed her gently. "I am sorry to have upset you earlier. Forgive me." He drew back, though his hand remained on her cheek. "You are very beautiful, you know."

Stepping away from Sylvia, he glanced about her room. "I should let you sleep now. When you finish your meal, dear, leave it out in the hallway for the maid. Like I said, she'll be coming around in a half hour." He turned away, then, walking over to the door. He paused, though, as he reached it. Back still her, and his hand on the handle, he called back, "Don't forget though, sweetheart. Your new maid will be here in two days." With that, he opened the door and stepped out. He had to get back to his room so he could rest for tomorrow.