Aranhil picked his wife up and threw her over his shoulder. Just like the sack of flour he told her she'd be. One hand on her back, and one across her legs, he turned and bowed to his mother and sister. "Excuse me, please, ladies. I'm afraid I require the attention of my wife." He turned, then, and carried her out of the room.

His mother just looked shocked as she watched her son leaving with the young elven princess. Cendres was squealing and laughing like a fool. "Don't forget what you have to do to him, Sylvia!" She shouted after her sister in law. "You still have the handcuffs!" She giggled eagerly, excited to find out if they managed to make her nieces and nephews or not.

Aranhil ignored them both. He carried his wife right back to her room, and set her down on her feet. "Hoppy, you'd better stay right in here." He warned the rabbit. Looking at his wife, he just frowned. "Just what has gotten into you, Sylvia? You are suppose to be setting an example! My father agreed to this marriage, because he saw how well behaved you elven women were, and he wanted you to come and help teach our woman to be more docile!" He hissed at her. He hadn't wanted word of this to get around. "And yet, here you are, acting worse than most of them! You are suppose to be setting a GOOD example for my sister!"

He groaned and sank down onto the bed, his head in his hands. "Cendres is far too wild, and woman everywhere are taking after her. We have tried everything, but it's not working. Cendres is going to have to be married within twenty years. Father wants her wed as soon as she is of legal age."

Looking up at his wife, he allowed her to see his fear and uncertainty. "Father is fond of the idea of sending her to the king farthest away from us. We have fifteen men who have made offers. Fifteen! The one farthest from us....I'd never see her again! I love her, Sylvia, she's my baby sister. I want her to be safe. But last time he came to visit, that....that man! He said he would be happy to train her. Like a dog!" He was clearly furious about this. Standing up from the bed, he started pacing. "I know what he intends to do to her. She'd hate it there. He wouldn't just make her into a lady, he'd break her spirit. She'd never survive as his wife."

He turned to Sylvia, clearly angry with her. "When you arrived, you acted perfectly. You were sweet, you answered politely, you treated me like your king. I AM your king, damn it! Now you're acting like my sister! I need you to teach her to be a wife, a lady, not for her to teach you how to cause trouble!"