[b]Frowning a little, Sylvia felt a small twinge as Aranhil announced that he would be deciding who his sister married. While she knew Aranhil meant no harm to Cendres, he would probably do exactly that if he controlled such an important part of her life. Who knew, maybe that was why she acted to impulsively.

"Aranhil, is it imperative that you pick out your sister's spouse?" Sylvia asked carefully as she rested her cheek on his shoulder & relaxed, "Maybe she plays around so much because she doesn't feel like she has any control over her whole life. I know I felt like rebelling a little when my papa told me that I had no say-so in my marriage. I thought that maybe if I was insolent enough, you'd lose interest in me & call off the betrothal."

Laughing a little, Sylvia remembered the nights she & Emera had planned ways to embarrass Aranhil. & then there was the small phase she went through, where she played small pranks on people in the castle. Nothing harmful, but things like overflowing a bathtub & locking the room, & other things that would probably reach Aranhil's ears & make him think twice about marrying a juvenile girl.

"My papa was very smart, in the end," Sylvia mumbled, "All the times that he told you that I was ill or not available for a visit, he was keeping me from carrying out my plans to make you annoyed & leave. I didn't really understand that our betrothal was so important to our countries back them, & as it would have it, you slowly stopped coming to call on me. I'm sorry if you felt I hated you... I was just being selfish & hoping that no one would force me to marry a man I knew nothing about."

Finally realizing that she was rambling & admiring an embarrassing episode in her life, Sylvia straightened herself, trying to tame the fierce blush on her streaks. Why did she have to talk so much around her husband? It was so impulsive & ladylike.

"A-anyway, you understand what I'm saying," Sylvia mumbled softly, "Maybe you could find possible suitors instead... & let her choose from those men?"[/b]