Aranhil grinned at his little bride. He adored the way she was so devoted to him. Most people were obedient because he was the crown prince, the heir to the thrown. They feared him, and through that fear, they obeyed him. His wife, however, was good to him simply because she wanted to. Because he was worth her loyalty. He'd never truly felt important until he'd met her. She gave him more than he could ask for. "Thank you, Sylvia." He kissed her gently. "You are the reason I can keep my head level. You are the only reason I need for anything."

Knowing that if he stayed over his wife for much longer, he would break his vow to keep her virgin, he rolled off. It was so very hard to let her be. She had no idea how much he desired her. He sat up, trying to hide that desire. "I'm sorry. I think I lost your slipper. I'm not really sure where I tossed it to. Remind me to find it for you before we leave, alright, darling?" He requested with a shy smile. He hadn't meant to loose it, he just hadn't been very careful with it. He'd been more focused on his trick.

Laughing softly, he settled back. "Anyway, honestly, I haven't a clue about what makes feet special. Don't worry about it, alright? It really doesn't matter at all." He smiled and kissed her cheek gently. "Talk about something more pleasant, my love. Have you been getting on with Mother lately?" He inquired curiously. He know that his wife was not his mother's favorite person. As much as he wanted to change that, he wasn't sure how. Hopefully the two women could work it out themselves. "Anyway, my darling," He kissed her gently, "From what I have heard, you and Cendres are getting along well."