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Yes. See how smart he is? ^.^
Aranhil looked a little uncomfortable at that thought. Her dowry chest had been moved into their wedding bedchambers, which were, currently, his. However, since he still slept separate from her, it was just him alone in the room with her trunk. Or with her dead grandmother, if he chose to see it like she did. Even creepier, that meant her grandmother would be there watching when they finally decided to have children.
Looking a little bit pale he causally added, "Perhaps it would be best if we decided to wait for children for a long, long time....Yes?" He gave her an innocent smile. He doubted that she would believe how casual that statement was suppose to be. "And darling, word didn't get around that you were troublesome because of some chest." He reassured her. He smiled and kissed her a few times. It had gotten around because she was an elf, and suppose to marry him. But he wasn't about to tell her that.
"Now, precious, why don't you relax a little? Stop thinking about dead people, and just enjoy our lunch?" He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her near to him and kissing her cheek. "What do you think of the strawberries, sweetheart? I think they are at the juiciest time of their season right now." Honestly, he didn't care about strawberries. But anything was better to talk about than dead grandmothers in trunks. Be they in the wood, or actually in it.
However, being a tough man, he could not possibly inform his wife that this was freaking him out a little. What kind of a big strong guy would he be if a dead body made him nervous? How would she expect him to protect her if he couldn't even face something that couldn't fight back?
Looking a little bit pale he causally added, "Perhaps it would be best if we decided to wait for children for a long, long time....Yes?" He gave her an innocent smile. He doubted that she would believe how casual that statement was suppose to be. "And darling, word didn't get around that you were troublesome because of some chest." He reassured her. He smiled and kissed her a few times. It had gotten around because she was an elf, and suppose to marry him. But he wasn't about to tell her that.
"Now, precious, why don't you relax a little? Stop thinking about dead people, and just enjoy our lunch?" He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her near to him and kissing her cheek. "What do you think of the strawberries, sweetheart? I think they are at the juiciest time of their season right now." Honestly, he didn't care about strawberries. But anything was better to talk about than dead grandmothers in trunks. Be they in the wood, or actually in it.
However, being a tough man, he could not possibly inform his wife that this was freaking him out a little. What kind of a big strong guy would he be if a dead body made him nervous? How would she expect him to protect her if he couldn't even face something that couldn't fight back?
Alright, I'm done organizing events now, and almost done being sick, so I should be posting a little more often now. ^.^
(Stupid me restarted my comp by mistake, loosing the first. But here's the post!)
Aranhil beamed at her, delighted that she was trying so hard. "Thank you, sweety. That means a lot to me." He kissed her cheek gently. "Thank you for working so hard." He smiled at her and took her hands in his. "You seem to always want to do whatever you can to make people see how good you are. I am certain that my mother will not be able to hold onto a negative view for very long. How could she? You are here, and you are perfect. I love you, darling Sylvia."
He kissed both her cheeks, then sat back. "You know, sweet....you have grown up to be quite reserved, have you not? Do you think it would be wise to send my little sister to your homeland to learn to be a lady? Or would she be too much for them, and wreck havoc on the country? I would not want them to think that I am declaring war so soon after our peace." He explained with a sigh. He knew very well that his little sister was not someone to casually send on a visit. He secretly suspected that a previous carnation of her was the very reason that the dragons had been at war with the elves. And were still at war with the dwarfs. And Merfolk. And....alright, dragons had lots of wars.
He laughed softly. "She's caused a lot of trouble over the years." Grinning at his wife he curiously asked, "Darling? What do you elves believe about death? What happens when we die?" He was curious. Dragons believed that you were sent to start another life. You could live forever, each time in a different body. Endless possibilities. It was just how they saw things.
Aranhil beamed at her, delighted that she was trying so hard. "Thank you, sweety. That means a lot to me." He kissed her cheek gently. "Thank you for working so hard." He smiled at her and took her hands in his. "You seem to always want to do whatever you can to make people see how good you are. I am certain that my mother will not be able to hold onto a negative view for very long. How could she? You are here, and you are perfect. I love you, darling Sylvia."
He kissed both her cheeks, then sat back. "You know, sweet....you have grown up to be quite reserved, have you not? Do you think it would be wise to send my little sister to your homeland to learn to be a lady? Or would she be too much for them, and wreck havoc on the country? I would not want them to think that I am declaring war so soon after our peace." He explained with a sigh. He knew very well that his little sister was not someone to casually send on a visit. He secretly suspected that a previous carnation of her was the very reason that the dragons had been at war with the elves. And were still at war with the dwarfs. And Merfolk. And....alright, dragons had lots of wars.
He laughed softly. "She's caused a lot of trouble over the years." Grinning at his wife he curiously asked, "Darling? What do you elves believe about death? What happens when we die?" He was curious. Dragons believed that you were sent to start another life. You could live forever, each time in a different body. Endless possibilities. It was just how they saw things.
Aranhil grinned at his little bride. He adored the way she was so devoted to him. Most people were obedient because he was the crown prince, the heir to the thrown. They feared him, and through that fear, they obeyed him. His wife, however, was good to him simply because she wanted to. Because he was worth her loyalty. He'd never truly felt important until he'd met her. She gave him more than he could ask for. "Thank you, Sylvia." He kissed her gently. "You are the reason I can keep my head level. You are the only reason I need for anything."
Knowing that if he stayed over his wife for much longer, he would break his vow to keep her virgin, he rolled off. It was so very hard to let her be. She had no idea how much he desired her. He sat up, trying to hide that desire. "I'm sorry. I think I lost your slipper. I'm not really sure where I tossed it to. Remind me to find it for you before we leave, alright, darling?" He requested with a shy smile. He hadn't meant to loose it, he just hadn't been very careful with it. He'd been more focused on his trick.
Laughing softly, he settled back. "Anyway, honestly, I haven't a clue about what makes feet special. Don't worry about it, alright? It really doesn't matter at all." He smiled and kissed her cheek gently. "Talk about something more pleasant, my love. Have you been getting on with Mother lately?" He inquired curiously. He know that his wife was not his mother's favorite person. As much as he wanted to change that, he wasn't sure how. Hopefully the two women could work it out themselves. "Anyway, my darling," He kissed her gently, "From what I have heard, you and Cendres are getting along well."
Knowing that if he stayed over his wife for much longer, he would break his vow to keep her virgin, he rolled off. It was so very hard to let her be. She had no idea how much he desired her. He sat up, trying to hide that desire. "I'm sorry. I think I lost your slipper. I'm not really sure where I tossed it to. Remind me to find it for you before we leave, alright, darling?" He requested with a shy smile. He hadn't meant to loose it, he just hadn't been very careful with it. He'd been more focused on his trick.
Laughing softly, he settled back. "Anyway, honestly, I haven't a clue about what makes feet special. Don't worry about it, alright? It really doesn't matter at all." He smiled and kissed her cheek gently. "Talk about something more pleasant, my love. Have you been getting on with Mother lately?" He inquired curiously. He know that his wife was not his mother's favorite person. As much as he wanted to change that, he wasn't sure how. Hopefully the two women could work it out themselves. "Anyway, my darling," He kissed her gently, "From what I have heard, you and Cendres are getting along well."
Hee hee, yeah, chocolate is hard to resist.
I shall have a post for you today! I swear it! No more chocolate until I write a post. *nods*
I should stop being slow after this. Sorry I have been delaying, spring cleaning has hit my mother early.
You liked Aranhil's trap? xD
Aranhil's look went from a sunny, happy grin, to a dark glare in under a second. Emotions covering from whiplash, he turned to her. "What did she say?" He asked, clearly displeased. "I believe I need to have a....'chat' with your new maid." He did not find it appropriate, at all, for her to be telling his wife about such things. His wife was innocent, and sweet. She did not need to be troubled by thoughts of what women did, or did not, wear when working at such places. "Don't worry, sweet one. You won't have to fuss about such things again."
"As for your question, well....I think I can answer that." He said with a shrug. He sat back, looking to the sky thoughtfully, as if trying to recall an old lesson. "With dragons, everything is strong. Or practical. Our hands, our legs, our wings....a lady's breasts are practical, they feed her children. Her....parts....produce the children. But her feet, well....they are small, and dainty. They are her only real sign of femininity. Now. Long ago, before the war started, elves and dragons use to be friends, you know. We had a king....Huran the Hungry, if I remember correctly. He use to visit the elves all the time. And each time he came back, well...he had another couple of lovely ladies with him. You see, Huran had a huge foot fetish, and he adored the way that elves prance around barefoot." As he spoke, he casually ran his hand along her calf, his fingers tracing their way along her soft slipper. He smiled. "So much bare skin on display. He'd put them in long dresses, so that their feet would peek out at him, secret hints of lust for him to try to catch whenever they so appeared. It's said that his fetish was so strong, it passed down. From generation, to generation." He smirked. "All the way down to.....," His grin suddenly turned evil. "Me."
Without warning, he ripped her shoe off, laughing as he tossed it over his shoulder. He set to work, teasingly kissing and tickling her foot, trying to draw a giggle from his lovely lady. He, honestly, had no clue why feet were so special. But he loved any chance he got to tease her. Clutching her ankle, he worked mercilessly on tickling her. After he was sure she could stand it no longer, he gripped her thigh, using it to pull her to him. He grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her onto his lap and crushing her to his chest so he could kiss her.
For a long while, he sat there, his wife clutched close to him. Drawing back, he smirked. "And that, my darling, is why you should never show anyone your feet." He whispered in her ear. He kissed it. Gently he worked his way down her jaw and across her neck. He laid her down lightly, rolling over her and kissing her again. "I love you, Sylvia." He told her quietly. "I would go a thousand days without shoes if that was what it took to keep you with me."
"As for your question, well....I think I can answer that." He said with a shrug. He sat back, looking to the sky thoughtfully, as if trying to recall an old lesson. "With dragons, everything is strong. Or practical. Our hands, our legs, our wings....a lady's breasts are practical, they feed her children. Her....parts....produce the children. But her feet, well....they are small, and dainty. They are her only real sign of femininity. Now. Long ago, before the war started, elves and dragons use to be friends, you know. We had a king....Huran the Hungry, if I remember correctly. He use to visit the elves all the time. And each time he came back, well...he had another couple of lovely ladies with him. You see, Huran had a huge foot fetish, and he adored the way that elves prance around barefoot." As he spoke, he casually ran his hand along her calf, his fingers tracing their way along her soft slipper. He smiled. "So much bare skin on display. He'd put them in long dresses, so that their feet would peek out at him, secret hints of lust for him to try to catch whenever they so appeared. It's said that his fetish was so strong, it passed down. From generation, to generation." He smirked. "All the way down to.....," His grin suddenly turned evil. "Me."
Without warning, he ripped her shoe off, laughing as he tossed it over his shoulder. He set to work, teasingly kissing and tickling her foot, trying to draw a giggle from his lovely lady. He, honestly, had no clue why feet were so special. But he loved any chance he got to tease her. Clutching her ankle, he worked mercilessly on tickling her. After he was sure she could stand it no longer, he gripped her thigh, using it to pull her to him. He grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her onto his lap and crushing her to his chest so he could kiss her.
For a long while, he sat there, his wife clutched close to him. Drawing back, he smirked. "And that, my darling, is why you should never show anyone your feet." He whispered in her ear. He kissed it. Gently he worked his way down her jaw and across her neck. He laid her down lightly, rolling over her and kissing her again. "I love you, Sylvia." He told her quietly. "I would go a thousand days without shoes if that was what it took to keep you with me."
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