Emera flushed deeply, trying to squirm out of his hold. "Stop that. You're just a guy. Guys never know what's good for them. Woman know that, not you men!" She protested as she tried to free herself from his grasp. Why did he have to be so strong? She loved that on any other day, but right now, she wouldn't mind breaking free. "Don't you dare try to kiss me. You know I forget how to argue with you when you do that! Don't distract me. I have to break up with you before I forget that it's better for you!"

She had a feeling that her protests were worthless. Why would he let her go, if he was able to keep her for himself. She groaned softly and gave up, sinking into his warm chest. "I hate you." She mumbled, though they both knew she didn't mean it. "I don't understand you, River. You could have a princess. If you wooed ether of Sylvia's sisters, you know they would take you. Or the vampires. Their strength is almost as legendary as that of the dragons. Their princess would be a worthy bride for you. I heard that a new one recently claimed a place among the royal family. She's only suppose to be a hundred and three years old. And I had heard that she is very beautiful. They said she's likely not even of human origin. That she had arrived from another country with one of the lords of the court. Neither of them would say where he found her, or when she was changed."

The elven lands had bordered upon the vampire's territory for years. For a long time, garlic and steaks had been very popular items to buy, grow, or make. However, eventually, they had worked out a deal. The vampires could have free passage through to the human lands, if they left the elves alone. "You would like her, River." She murmured as she closed her eyes. She smiled a bit and squeezed him a bit tighter. She loved being in his arms. "You smell good."

Looking up at him, Emera started to smile. "Would you like to travel with me to go see their country?"