Aranhil had no idea what Sylvia was going on about. "Of course that's what I expected!" He called after her. "Our parents chose you for a reason!" He didn't know what that reason was, but he knew his father would never have chosen Sylvia if she was not suppose to be well behaved. He'd had no hand in his own marriage, as he had made very clear from the beginning. He didn't know why she was suddenly taking offense to him doing the same thing for his sister. "Sylvia, don't you dare leave!"

He was furious that she'd disobeyed him. "Ugh!" The prince shook his head, unsure of how to handle his wife's sudden change. This was not what his wife was suppose to act like. He didn't understand how she could just be so stupid. She was worse than River when it came to her emotions. He sighed. He'd let her have her little temper tantrum. She'd realize she was wrong soon enough. Smoothing out his clothes, he stepped out into the hall and shut the door behind him.

Hoppy glared at the door with all the ferocity a bunny could master. How dare it shut him in again.

Aranhil made his way down the corridor, heading outside. He really needed to go beat something up. He didn't even bother with changing his clothes. These might get ruined, but that didn't matter. He'd just have some more made for him. Thankfully, it was easy to find the men who were training, and even easier to join in. As his muscles adjusted to the workout, he felt himself relax. This was so much easier than understanding a wife.