Aranhil sighed. He took her hands gently. "Sylvia, you never gave us a chance to know each other. I mean, I know for a fact I was not eager about this wedding, but I made an effort to try and get to know you in person before we got married." He shrugged, not sure how to make her explain. Was she still so against their own wedding? "I tried to come see you, and offered to let you over as often as I could. And yet, you were always so inconvenienced by my invitations and intentions. I gave up, because you never wanted to get to know me."

He reached out, touching her cheek gently. "The first time I ever even got to see you, it was that day you arrived on my doorstep to be wed. I was angry that you couldn't be bothered to see me until it finally fit your schedule, which meant not until our wedding day." He said softly. "I was tempted to tell you that I was sick, and not to bother."

Leaning back on his elbows, Aranhil looked up to the sky. "Thankfully, Cendres is reasonable about one thing. She likes to meet boys. She knows her duty, and she understands that it shall be my pick. When I tell her who it is she shall wed, she will accept it. Of course, she shall not be wedding to stop a bitter feud. I am actually free to choose based on who I think will be good for her. So she will feel no resentment towards her husband. She will go to him willingly, and shall bed him as they are wed. Her children will be strong, and the pairing will be beneficial. I don't see how any of that could be a problem."

(I know, bit short. Sorry. Been kicking the last of my cold lately. lol )