Cendres started to laugh. "Love? Sylvia, you're too much!" she cried, her mirth bubbling over and escaping in a cascade of bubbly giggles. "Of course I don't love anyone, silly goose. You elves are so sweet and funny. You know, I heard your maid say that except in cases like yours, no one gets married without being in love first. Isn't that just outrageous? Of course I don't love anyone. When my brother tells me it is time for me to get wed, I will love my husband. Until then," The young dragon shrugged her shoulders, not seeming particularly concerned.

"You see, Sylvia, if I am unattached, I am free to do what I please with who I please. I'm still young, and unmarried. Now is my time to have fun without worrying about attachments or silly things like jealousy and affection." She tried to shake her hands free, momentarily wondering how it was that Sylvia could have such a strong grip on her fingers. "Really, Sylvia, it's not like it's a big deal or anything. It's just marriage."

Beaming to herself, the younger girl finally broke out of the elf's hold. "Seriously, I'll probably get married to someone that Aranhil needs an alliance with. Won't that be exciting? I'll get to move somewhere new, learn all sorts of things, and run his house hold. He'll likely dye in battle, too, leaving me tragically widowed with a few wonderful kids and a bunch of hot servants to take care of me. I mean, it's not like it's a bad life. All I gotta do is squirt out a few little babies, and bam! He's happy with me."