Aranhil barely had to look at his wife to know she was all upset. Elves were too emotional. When he finally gave her children, he'd have to make sure that they did not take after their mother. Perhaps it would be wise to separate them for a few years while they grew up. At least until the children were old enough to rationalize, and to realize their mother's flaws for themselves. He decided not to mention that to her yet, though. She'd just cry, and he didn't want to see her doing that. Again.

"Here." He set down the plate he'd brought her on the table. "Eat." He glanced over at his wife and nodded to the chair. "You can't skip dinner, it's not healthy. I'll feed the soup." He walked over to Hoppy's little cage, and set the items he'd brought in the rabbit's food dish. "Alright, Soup, come eat." He told the bunny carelessly. "So I can lock you away for the night. Don't want you getting stepped on in the middle of the night. Well? Hurry up."

Looking back up at his wife, Aranhil frowned a bit. "I am not a bully, Sylvia. You know better than to throw names around. I am to be the king. Just because I am firm, and in charge, does not mean I bully you. You need to learn a little respect." He stood up and gestured back to the plate of food he brought her. "I did not think you would like tonight's dinner, so I had the cooks make you something else. There is a maid coming by in half an hour to take your plate. If it's not out in the hallway, she'll knock so you know she's there. Alright?"

Not wanting her to think he was worried, but not yet wanting to leave, he glanced around for something else to talk about. Coming up blank, he just stood there, in the center of her room, frowning at things. He didn't like being at a loss for words. Sometimes, he really missed his brother. River would know what to tell him to say.