Sylvia was deathly quiet as Aranhil ranted & complained to his heart's content, barely able to holding a scream of pure rage. The truth of why she was picked to be his bride had finally come out, & it chilled her to the bone. He hadn't even chosen her himself, like he told her he had. What else had her husband lied about?
"Aranhil, you are a pig," Sylvia announced flatly, "You are just as terrible as the man that wishes to train your sister. Actually, you are worse; he doesn't pretend that he's chosen Cendres for her beauty or her mind. Did you really think I would arrive already broken in for you & ready to serve you? I am your wife, not some... some pet; Elven women submit to men who earn it, not just anyone who demands!"
Sylvia went back to the door of her room & opened it once more, her steps slow & deliberate. Her entire body shook from her anger & sadness, she was so overwhelmed that she didn't dare look back at her husband.
"Don't come after me again," Sylvia ordered in a low voice, venom dripping from her words, "I don't even want to see your face right now."
Sylvia walked out of the room quietly & let the door latch behind her before she began to wander the halls. She didn't know where she was going, but anywhere was better than around Aranhil in that moment. She wandered around dumbly until she found a small library & locked herself inside, sliding quietly to the floor as her legs gave out from under her.
What should she do now? Emera would know how to fix things, but she was back home, enjoying her own lover. Sylvia couldn't bother her now.
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Sylvia looked over to Aranhil as he stormed his way into the room, just barely containing his rage. He was acting all too cheery, too sweet. & then he began to speak, frustrating her again. Did he really think that she would just go with him, like a dog? Well, she wasn't.
"Hallaer, I am currently planning the Harvest Featival with your mother & sister," Sylvia told her husband with an even voice, "We can continue our discussion later, after you've calmed & I'm done with my business here. I do have things to do other than wait for your attention all day."
"Hallaer, I am currently planning the Harvest Featival with your mother & sister," Sylvia told her husband with an even voice, "We can continue our discussion later, after you've calmed & I'm done with my business here. I do have things to do other than wait for your attention all day."
Ella returned to Marken with her drinks, growing rigid at his question. She was stupid, why did she talk about her scars out loud? Slowly, Ella went back to Marken, handing him his own glass of water. Should she tell him, or would she be able to skirt around things for now?
"Let's just say parts of my childhood weren't... enjoyable," Ella admitted, sitting on the arm of Marken's chair, "Don't worry, it's nothing too disfiguring. I just have some bad memories attached to them."
"Let's just say parts of my childhood weren't... enjoyable," Ella admitted, sitting on the arm of Marken's chair, "Don't worry, it's nothing too disfiguring. I just have some bad memories attached to them."
Sylvia could feel her anger starting to rise now, her body growing stiff as Aranhil asked her, no, ordered her to go back to her room with him. She was annoyed that he suddenly had this delusion that she was ever anything but compliant & respectful towards him, just because she didn't address him like she was another servant; just what did dragons teach their sons about women?
Instead of dwelling on her frustration, Sylvia tried to focus on Aranhil's statement that he wanted to have a discussion. Had he realized what had been happening between them as well? Sylvia eas hopeful, at least until Aranhil told her to look away as he dressed. Finally, she had enough, standing with her eyes narrowed.
"I've had just about enough of this," Syvlia announced, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with excitement, Aranhil, nor is there anything wrong with a husband & wife seeing each other nude. Bodies are beautiful & natural, absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I can't keep taking your culture into account for nothing in return, or keep following your orders like a servant; that isn't how marriage works."
Sylvia stalked to her door & swung it open, still bristling with anger. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd gotten so angry at someone. It was like her husband had been doing the exact opposite of what she wanted for the past few days, & she just couldn't take it anymore, not quietly.
"By the way," Sulvia announced at the door before turning on her heel, "I hate wearing shoes. It's completely stupid that I have to squeeze into them because some weirdo is attracted to feet."
The bedroom door slammed shut & Sylvia stalked away from her room, fuming as she went to meet the queen & Cendres to plan the festival. Hopefully she's be able to relax while she was this the other two women.
Instead of dwelling on her frustration, Sylvia tried to focus on Aranhil's statement that he wanted to have a discussion. Had he realized what had been happening between them as well? Sylvia eas hopeful, at least until Aranhil told her to look away as he dressed. Finally, she had enough, standing with her eyes narrowed.
"I've had just about enough of this," Syvlia announced, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with excitement, Aranhil, nor is there anything wrong with a husband & wife seeing each other nude. Bodies are beautiful & natural, absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I can't keep taking your culture into account for nothing in return, or keep following your orders like a servant; that isn't how marriage works."
Sylvia stalked to her door & swung it open, still bristling with anger. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd gotten so angry at someone. It was like her husband had been doing the exact opposite of what she wanted for the past few days, & she just couldn't take it anymore, not quietly.
"By the way," Sulvia announced at the door before turning on her heel, "I hate wearing shoes. It's completely stupid that I have to squeeze into them because some weirdo is attracted to feet."
The bedroom door slammed shut & Sylvia stalked away from her room, fuming as she went to meet the queen & Cendres to plan the festival. Hopefully she's be able to relax while she was this the other two women.
"I knew that he would at least let me go see Mama," Ava told Abdreios as he made his way into her room. She was excited to see him well & there to escort her to her mother's cabin. A smile graced her lips & she went to Andreios, already ready to go.
"Shall we get go going?" Ava asked, tilting back & forth on her feet & heels, "If we hurry, mother may make breakfast for the both of us."
"Shall we get go going?" Ava asked, tilting back & forth on her feet & heels, "If we hurry, mother may make breakfast for the both of us."
"I have no clue," Sylvia replied, trying to quell her growing annoyance with her husband, "Perhaps Emera is trying to kill the excitement between them. I would bet on vampires if that's what she's doing."
Sylvia went to her boudoir & gently ran her fingers over an old comb she'd had for ages, passing it through her hair to calm herself down. There was no reason to be angry at Aranhil, but he was starting to get under her skin. Was he really content with a boring, predictable life & not finding her exciting anymore? Aranhil barely had physical contact with Sylvia anymore, even the kisses on her forehead & the quick hugs seemed to be coming to a halt; at this rate, they were going to be so emotionally distant, she would want nothing to do with him.
That was starting to scare Sylvia a bit, her growing distaste for her own husband. She didn't want to stand in the front lines of a war, but having some unpredictability could be fun. She wasn't one for stuffy schedules & overbearing rules, & she certainly didn't like not being affectionate with the man she loved. Elves were so much freer & open with their emotions, & she knew Aranhil would be less willing to fawn over her than an elf, but he seemed almost content with them being strangers that birthed children & went to public functions together; what a horrifying notion for an Elf.
"I'd love to chat more, but I have an appointment with your mother & sister, Hallaer," Sylvia announced almost dismissively as she put her comb back down, "Your mother wants to discuss planning for the upcoming harvest festival, she said she'd like to incorporate Elven traditions this year."
Sylvia gave Aranhil a small, polite nod & went to exit her room. She didn't bother getting too close to him, for the fear that he may eventually deny her of affection altogether one day. The elf knew that the queen didn't care for her, but maybe she would help Slyvia with the growing rift between her & Aranhil, for his happiness, if nothing else.
Sylvia went to her boudoir & gently ran her fingers over an old comb she'd had for ages, passing it through her hair to calm herself down. There was no reason to be angry at Aranhil, but he was starting to get under her skin. Was he really content with a boring, predictable life & not finding her exciting anymore? Aranhil barely had physical contact with Sylvia anymore, even the kisses on her forehead & the quick hugs seemed to be coming to a halt; at this rate, they were going to be so emotionally distant, she would want nothing to do with him.
That was starting to scare Sylvia a bit, her growing distaste for her own husband. She didn't want to stand in the front lines of a war, but having some unpredictability could be fun. She wasn't one for stuffy schedules & overbearing rules, & she certainly didn't like not being affectionate with the man she loved. Elves were so much freer & open with their emotions, & she knew Aranhil would be less willing to fawn over her than an elf, but he seemed almost content with them being strangers that birthed children & went to public functions together; what a horrifying notion for an Elf.
"I'd love to chat more, but I have an appointment with your mother & sister, Hallaer," Sylvia announced almost dismissively as she put her comb back down, "Your mother wants to discuss planning for the upcoming harvest festival, she said she'd like to incorporate Elven traditions this year."
Sylvia gave Aranhil a small, polite nod & went to exit her room. She didn't bother getting too close to him, for the fear that he may eventually deny her of affection altogether one day. The elf knew that the queen didn't care for her, but maybe she would help Slyvia with the growing rift between her & Aranhil, for his happiness, if nothing else.
Sylvia jumped as her husband came into the room, resisting the urge to giggle at her husband's angry response to River's cajoling & insistence. At the same time, she couldn't help but be a bit angry at River herself, closing her letter to Emera & sliding it away from herself. She was having enough issues trying to seduce her husband with absolutely no experience, & River came in to muddle things further but solidifying Aranhil's resolve to not bed her.
"He means well, Hallaer," Sylvia placated Aranhil, standing at her desk & moving to walk closer, "Your brother is a very... passionate person. I believe we worries the excitement between us will die if we wait too long to consummate our marriage."
There was a bit of hopefulness in Sylvia's voice that she knew fell deaf on her husband's ears, for it had since their marriage; she could drop hints as much as she liked, but Aranhil never caught on, or at least, he didn't seem to. For someone so brilliant & tactical, he had issues with catching on to Sylvia's painfully obvious invitations to finally share the same bed. Aranhil had never asked her why she ran off during their picnic, & it didn't seem like he was going to. It worked just as well, because she wasn't sure how to answer him. He'd probably assumed she had something to see to, or that she'd grown bored of waiting for him.
Sylvia tripped over her segway, & was unfortunately unable to ride off the cliff with Aranhil.
"He means well, Hallaer," Sylvia placated Aranhil, standing at her desk & moving to walk closer, "Your brother is a very... passionate person. I believe we worries the excitement between us will die if we wait too long to consummate our marriage."
There was a bit of hopefulness in Sylvia's voice that she knew fell deaf on her husband's ears, for it had since their marriage; she could drop hints as much as she liked, but Aranhil never caught on, or at least, he didn't seem to. For someone so brilliant & tactical, he had issues with catching on to Sylvia's painfully obvious invitations to finally share the same bed. Aranhil had never asked her why she ran off during their picnic, & it didn't seem like he was going to. It worked just as well, because she wasn't sure how to answer him. He'd probably assumed she had something to see to, or that she'd grown bored of waiting for him.
Sylvia tripped over her segway, & was unfortunately unable to ride off the cliff with Aranhil.
Ella felt her heart flutter at Marken's words, finally lifting her gaze to his. She couldn't look him in the eyes before, she was too ashamed to look at him straight on; but he still held her and told her that he loved her, almost like nothing had happened between them. She'd never received such... unconditional love from anyone before, it was almost terrifying to accept Marken's affection as real.
"Is this normal?" Ella asked bluntly, her fingers squeezing down on the fine cloth of his gentleman's coat, "Is it normal for couples to forgive each other & be okay after?"
Ella realised her question was probably stupid and pulled from her fiancé, walking to the vanity mirror on the back of the parlour door. Her hand traced the mark and she tilted her neck back a little, looking at the cut there, welled with a small bit of blood.
"I wonder if this will scar too?" she thought aloud. Quiet wonder seized her before she went to the drinking cabinet and poured water into glasses. She just wanted to drink until she blacked out, but that probably wouldn't be the best decision. There was no doubt in her mind that the king had a whole list of questions for her tomorrow.
"Is this normal?" Ella asked bluntly, her fingers squeezing down on the fine cloth of his gentleman's coat, "Is it normal for couples to forgive each other & be okay after?"
Ella realised her question was probably stupid and pulled from her fiancé, walking to the vanity mirror on the back of the parlour door. Her hand traced the mark and she tilted her neck back a little, looking at the cut there, welled with a small bit of blood.
"I wonder if this will scar too?" she thought aloud. Quiet wonder seized her before she went to the drinking cabinet and poured water into glasses. She just wanted to drink until she blacked out, but that probably wouldn't be the best decision. There was no doubt in her mind that the king had a whole list of questions for her tomorrow.
River remained silent as Emera ranted about their future children & why they possibly could or couldn't do. He hated I admit it, but she worried way too much about... well, everything. Leaning into Emera, River kissed her cheek affectionately before giving her some privacy to change. Emera was absolutely bonkers if he thought we was going to make peace with blood suckers, however.
For now, River went to his own room to write a response to Aranhil, & maybe lecture his elder brother some more. For a man who had no issues with breaking hearts in the past, his elder brother sure was having issues bedding the woman he was going to be spending the rest of his life with.
For now, River went to his own room to write a response to Aranhil, & maybe lecture his elder brother some more. For a man who had no issues with breaking hearts in the past, his elder brother sure was having issues bedding the woman he was going to be spending the rest of his life with.
River was quiet as Emera pried herself from his arms, not liking the emptiness he felt without her there. When had she become something so precious on his life; why did he feel like he needed her as much as he needed wings to fly?
Sliding from Emera's bed, River moved behind the woman as she continued to be difficult & check her appearance in the mirror. She complained too much for her own good, he sometimes felt like she was going to work herself into a stroke over the simplest of things. River's hands moved up to the amulet around his neck & he pulled it off, carelessly discarding the expensive jewel that hung from the cord. In its place he put his royal ring, knowing it would be too large for his lover's finger.
River leaned in & gently kissed Emera's cheek before laying the cord around her neck, his ring hanging just before her. Perhaps giving her his special treasure would placate her for now; he knew she wouldn't be completely at ease until they said their vows, but this would have to do until then.
"Emera, I can't wed you yet because Aranhil hasn't had a son with his wife," River explained gently, although his voice was almost frighteningly serious, "According to law, the first male heir to produce a son inherits the throne; I have too much respect for my brother to contest him for the throne, nor do I ever intend to be king; I'd much rather spend my days spoiling my wife & children."
River affectionately nuzzled Emera's shoulder & wrapped his arms tightly around her, hoping he had finally convinced her to stop worrying. He absolutely hated to see her so sure that she wasn't enough for him, bit even she had to know that he would eventually draw a line. Some days, he felt ready to give her what she said she wanted & leave her be, but he knew how much it would destroy them both.
"I will go with you to the vampires' territory, but no more talk of making peace," River ordered, turning Emera to face him now, "I was taught how to fight wars, not end conflicts peacefully. Once you meet a couple of vampires, you'll understand why I'm not comfortable around them."
Sliding from Emera's bed, River moved behind the woman as she continued to be difficult & check her appearance in the mirror. She complained too much for her own good, he sometimes felt like she was going to work herself into a stroke over the simplest of things. River's hands moved up to the amulet around his neck & he pulled it off, carelessly discarding the expensive jewel that hung from the cord. In its place he put his royal ring, knowing it would be too large for his lover's finger.
River leaned in & gently kissed Emera's cheek before laying the cord around her neck, his ring hanging just before her. Perhaps giving her his special treasure would placate her for now; he knew she wouldn't be completely at ease until they said their vows, but this would have to do until then.
"Emera, I can't wed you yet because Aranhil hasn't had a son with his wife," River explained gently, although his voice was almost frighteningly serious, "According to law, the first male heir to produce a son inherits the throne; I have too much respect for my brother to contest him for the throne, nor do I ever intend to be king; I'd much rather spend my days spoiling my wife & children."
River affectionately nuzzled Emera's shoulder & wrapped his arms tightly around her, hoping he had finally convinced her to stop worrying. He absolutely hated to see her so sure that she wasn't enough for him, bit even she had to know that he would eventually draw a line. Some days, he felt ready to give her what she said she wanted & leave her be, but he knew how much it would destroy them both.
"I will go with you to the vampires' territory, but no more talk of making peace," River ordered, turning Emera to face him now, "I was taught how to fight wars, not end conflicts peacefully. Once you meet a couple of vampires, you'll understand why I'm not comfortable around them."
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