[b]Sylvia was deathly quiet as Aranhil ranted & complained to his heart's content, barely able to holding a scream of pure rage. The truth of why she was picked to be his bride had finally come out, & it chilled her to the bone. He hadn't even chosen her himself, like he told her he had. What else had her husband lied about?

"Aranhil, you are a pig," Sylvia announced flatly, "You are just as terrible as the man that wishes to train your sister. Actually, you are [i]worse[/i]; he doesn't pretend that he's chosen Cendres for her beauty or her mind. Did you really think I would arrive already broken in for you & ready to serve you? I am your wife, not some... some pet; Elven women submit to men who earn it, not just anyone who demands!"

Sylvia went back to the door of her room & opened it once more, her steps slow & deliberate. Her entire body shook from her anger & sadness, she was so overwhelmed that she didn't dare look back at her husband.

"Don't come after me again," Sylvia ordered in a low voice, venom dripping from her words, "I don't even want to see your face right now."

Sylvia walked out of the room quietly & let the door latch behind her before she began to wander the halls. She didn't know where she was going, but anywhere was better than around Aranhil in that moment. She wandered around dumbly until she found a small library & locked herself inside, sliding quietly to the floor as her legs gave out from under her.

What should she do now? Emera would know how to fix things, but she was back home, enjoying her own lover. Sylvia couldn't bother her now.[/b]