The back of Aranhil's hand caught Sylvia's cheek before he could prevent it. He watched a small trickle of blood as it pooled up, and ran down her gentle cheek. His ring must have cut her. The bright red liquid dripped into her lap. He watched the single spot spread and soak in. Once it had done, so, though, he snapped out of his silence.

"YOU DID WHAT?" He roared, absolutely furious. "You never do anything of the sort without my permission, and my consent! How dare you act on your own without discussing with me something of this importance!" He was on his feet, almost shaking with anger. He couldn't believe she'd go so far against their customs, against her duty. This was his wife, she reflected him. If she acted without talking to him, what would the country think was alright? She had to be put into her place, and controlled, before his whole country fell apart around him. If his people didn't love her, they'd revolt. If they saw he had no way to control her, they would know they, too, could not be controlled. He had to reign her in before she ruined him.

"You will go immediately to fix your mistakes!" He demanded of her. He lowered his voice, realizing he had no desire for the whole castle to hear their fight. Better she finish up what she had to do and repair her mistakes in silence. It would be easier if less people knew. "I will not tolerate my wife taking such actions into her own hands. I am your husband. If you wish to change decisions such as this, you come to me and discuss it first, you do not change it of your own account. Go. Now. Fix what you have done. Do not return to me until it has been repaired."

Having lost his appetite, Aranhil could only sigh. He turned away from the table as he shook his head. "I am going out for a flight." he muttered, not having the time for his emotions right now. "There are things I must check on. I will be back in the evening. I expect everything to be back to normal by the time I return."

With that, he turned on his heel and exited. His boots clicked angrily against the stone floor as he made his way outside. Approaching the barracks, he pointed to a young dragon, a man he knew had the reputation of being a fast, competent flyer. "You, with me. I have places I must go, and things I must check. You will come with me." With that, he shifted instantly and took to the sky, expecting the man to follow without question.