Smiling down at his stubborn lover, River refused to give her the satisfaction of warding him off with her insults & excuses & kept her trapped beneath him. If she wanted to tell him that he was being inappropriate, she shouldn't have been inviting him alone to her room every day since they arrived at the Elven kingdom.
"Oh Emera," River hushed her gently, "My dear, sweet Lirimaer. I can marry anyone I like, even a stubborn woman like you. Dragons aren't necessarily placed into power through blood to begin with; my great grandfather was a general before he overthrew the current king at the time for being a corrupt, spineless coward."
Sitting upward, River decided to make her feel less closed in & pulled her onto his lap, idly sliding his fingers over the sliver of skin that was exposed due to the rip in her dress; he had to get her back for her meanness, after all. His grip around her waist was solid, but ultimately, she could pull away if she truly wanted; they both knew that he was pushy, but she always had a final say in what she did with her body.
"Why do you think I haven't married you already?" River asked gently as his wandering hand moved up & tucked strands behind Emera's ear, "Think carefully, Lirimaer. You've been studying Dragon law, right?"