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Are you SURE he's smart? He is a male. And a dragon. And...mostly he's male. He's a bit bull headed, and kinda stupid.
Quite easily. And the sad part is, he has no idea what he has done wrong.
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."
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."
Hah! Good luck with that. xD
He's not one to let his sister have much more of a choice than, 'I like that puppy'. And by puppy, I mean suitor. And by suitor, I mean 'one of these men I have carefully selected for you, pick one of these three.'
lol
Well poop, I had issues submitting it, and now it's decided to submit itself three times. Sorry!
He's not one to let his sister have much more of a choice than, 'I like that puppy'. And by puppy, I mean suitor. And by suitor, I mean 'one of these men I have carefully selected for you, pick one of these three.'
lol
Well poop, I had issues submitting it, and now it's decided to submit itself three times. Sorry!
Hah! Good luck with that. xD
He's not one to let his sister have much more of a choice than, 'I like that puppy'. And by puppy, I mean suitor. And by suitor, I mean 'one of these men I have carefully selected for you, pick one of these three.'
lol
He's not one to let his sister have much more of a choice than, 'I like that puppy'. And by puppy, I mean suitor. And by suitor, I mean 'one of these men I have carefully selected for you, pick one of these three.'
lol
Hah! Good luck with that. xD
He's not one to let his sister have much more of a choice than, 'I like that puppy'. And by puppy, I mean suitor. And by suitor, I mean 'one of these men I have carefully selected for you, pick one of these three.'
lol
He's not one to let his sister have much more of a choice than, 'I like that puppy'. And by puppy, I mean suitor. And by suitor, I mean 'one of these men I have carefully selected for you, pick one of these three.'
lol
Yes she shall. Aranhil just doesn't see things differently from how he was raised.
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 )
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 )
"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."
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."
I think, yes, it was Welsh and Irish. But I'm not sure who got which. xD
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