[b]Sylvia could feel her anger starting to rise now, her body growing stiff as Aranhil asked her, no, [i]ordered[/i] 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 [i]hate[/i] 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.[/b]